Helena Hunting Clipped Wings Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Fine. But you come back to me, Zane. Promise me.” Zane cupped her face, his touch warm and grounding. “I promise.” The Airstrip Night fell quickly as the team approached the private airstrip, its lights glowing faintly in the distance. They parked their car a safe distance away and moved silently through the shadows. Camilla’s voice crackled through their earpieces. “I’ve got eyes on the main hangar. Helena’s car just arrived.” Zane crouched behind a stack of crates, his silver eyes scanning the scene. He spotted Helena stepping out of her sleek black car, her posture regal and commanding despite the chaos she had caused.

No. She uncrossed her arms, her gaze became even more focused on where the snowflake was having a great time with Helena. She raised her right hand and hid her thumb and index finger, with the other three out, she made a gesture to the right, causing Za to scold her name. Helena was throwing the Boomerang and the snowflake ran after it with her. In that run, Helena planned to get in Elijah's way to prevent him from catching it, she intended to jump on him as if he were a kangaroo, but she didn't succeed.

As soon as they climbed into the last horizontal part of the pipe, the flickering sound of the rotor blades of a helicopter could be heard. The gusts he caused pulled strands of ebony brown hair out from under Aurelia's balaclava. As the team ran towards the opening, Aiden pulled a small green light from his pocket and flashed it three times. The sign for their pick-up team that they had no pursuers yet. The helicopter turned right in front of the hole and the door was thrown open. They jumped off the edge of the shaft, flew a few meters through the pounding rain and finally slid to land inside the helicopter.

His green eyes were glazed over as he stared at me, bracing himself against a small tree before staggering closer to me. I kept glancing up at the raven as she neared the few open glass panels above me, hoping Kaliden wouldn't spot her. Thankfully in his drunken state, I seemed to be the only thing in his sights as the raven tucked its wings against her body and shot through one of the openings, soaring up into the sky and vanishing from view.

Lena crawled the rest of the way while the Hook Man slowly approached, raising his hook. Dawn struggled with Tyler, the young man wrapping her hands around her throat, cutting off her air supply. Lena finally managed reach the hole, sticking her hand into it. Her eyes flared blue once more and she said the word to set the remains alight just as the Hook Man brought his hook down on her.

I turned around just after I saw Hunter's eyes widen in shock as he tilted his head, looking upward. "Valkerie..." She looks down at me first, then looks at Hunter behind me who suddenly looked parched. "Hello, mate,"

Adrenaline pumped through my arms causing the steadiest focus to take down Leonardo but what I saw next was what surprised me the most. Knives pinned Leonardo’s body everywhere including his dick, arms, legs, and chest. There was a single bullet right in between his eyebrow. A talented kill that only a few are capable of and one of those would be the black hunter. As I saw, the whole knife play and the vandalism clearly on the elevator background spray-painted in red, blood red. “Should have known this by now,” Reese smirked, with a hint of a chuckle and at that moment Angelo and Felix came in.

I asked her. “There is a karaoke bar in town, figured we could go for a drink now that the target has been captured.” "You should’ve run it by me first, our mission may be completed but we can’t have you drawing attention to us, especially with so many humans around." “But we blend in. Not all of us have unearthly gold eyes.” I glared at her, “And what if you get drunk and show your wings or ears, we could cause a lot of trouble.” Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around.

He doesn't say anything, just exchanges my glass for a regular glass of juice, and he continues with the wine. As we eat and exchange a few words about Sophia and their brother's state of health, I start to get constant shortness of breath. I lean forward in my seat and rub at my chest, breathing heavily. “Selena, what's going on?” Hunter is suddenly right next to me He puts his hand in mine. “My God,” he gasps. “You are white as paper.” He takes his cellphone out of his pocket and makes a call. “Dr. Silvia, it’s Hunter Blanco, I need an emergency consultation... I'll be there in twenty minutes. And keep your cellphone on.”

My claws ripped through his neck deep enough that his wound was fatal. The second man took my split-second distraction and kicked my side hard enough to crack something. That was the only shot he would ever get, so I hoped it was good enough to die for. I whirled around quickly, my claws and hand shoving into his chest with precision I had never known before. My hand ripped his heart right out and threw it at his falling body.