Helena Hunting Clipped Wings Novels & Stories

His eyes were wild with hunger. Helena didn’t hesitate. She roared and collided with him mid-air. Their bodies crashed into the ground, claws tearing, teeth snapping. Pain flared in my side hers ours. The rogue’s claws ripped across our shoulder. Then its fangs sank deep into our neck. Helena! I screamed inside. Blood spilled down her fur, warm and slick, soaking the dirt. The world spun, the pain blinding. But Helena didn’t fall. She staggered, eyes blazing gold through the blood.

Blood gushed out from the deep cut. Claire distanced herself and screamed in pain as she pressed her hand on it. Blood dripped down her wrist. "W-what is wrong with you?" she eyed Helena in utter shock. The pain was burning her skin. She paced back slowly when she saw the smirk on Helena's pale face. Did she make a huge mistake in trying to help her? Helena giggled and her forked tongue appeared from the slit of her mouth. The bizarre appearance turned Claire pale. "I'm hungry for your blood..." Helena hissed happily as she lifted her hand. Long sharp nails came into view.

"My tactical assets are not resources for your personal vendettas! Detail the exact parameters of the strike you launched against Chika! Disclose it now!" Following a brief, agonizing pause, Helena confessed to the chemical ambush Bianca had engineered to neutralize my wolf. Cedric’s inner beast roared with lethal fury upon integrating the data streams. "You willingly lent your clan clearance to help that unranked bitch neutralize my primary bloodline heir?" Helena, her high-society Luna pride completely dismantled by the exposure, merely let out a low, humiliated grunt.

She lets out a deep, primal growl as she peers over the edge, her body trembles, her posture doubtful. “Helena!” Squall yells, catching his breath as he continues to progress forward. Helena’s wolf either doesn’t hear or ignores Squall’s calling coz she doesn’t look back let alone glance back. Suddenly and shockingly, the hesitancy in her posture magically vanishes. Now showing no such restraint, with an undaunted gleam in her brown eyes, she leaps from the cliff's edge with abandon. Her wolfish form disappears into the void, leaving behind only the echo of her haunting howl. I’m left in stunned silence, my heart catches between panic and awe. Squall is also stunned, slowing his pace forward

she called out, heading towards the door to get hold of Joe's riffle, her arms still swiping at Xander. " No, no, don't do that! 'Xander thought to himself when she grabbed the gun. She had just removed the safety on its lock when Xander instantly made himself invisible. Helena’s POV… She stood in the middle of the room, panting and barely able to remain standing. Her entire body shook and she held onto Joe's riffle squeezing it for dear life. Her eyes slowly surveyed the room, listening carefully. "Are they gone? Where did they go?"asked Joe as he raised his head first then the rest of his upper body.

Three days had passed since the Alpha’s furious departure, and the Blackwater forest—now stripped of the constant watch of the Leather Wolves—had become an active hunting ground. That night, the moon was waning, a pale sickle barely lighting the canopy of trees. Driven by emotional claustrophobia, Helena decided to walk the edges of her property. She carried a small flashlight, but her awakened Thorne blood acted like a sensory radar. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and decaying flesh. A sharp snap of a branch to her left made her freeze.

Her steps froze as she reached the royal garden. The whole place was filled with blood. Dead bodies were seen everywhere. Many soldiers were fighting. Everyone was killing each other. In front of her, her servants head was beheaded by the other soldier. Wolves were attacking the palace. Their eyes were blue in colour. “Werewolf clan? But didn’t we agree to peace?” Shama thought anxiously. Shama couldn’t stand watching so much blood. She was trained for fighting but her mind wasn’t ready for this. Her eyes were filled with tears. She hated it.

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

Helena, towering over them, lunged forward with a swift, powerful motion. She tackled one of the men, her jaws snapping menacingly. The others, yelping in pain, scattered in different directions, their fear palpable in the air. Helena, in her fierce protective stance, stood over me, a guardian against the shadows that sought to harm. I gazed up at her, the gratitude and relief evident in my eyes. Helena, with a nod, signaled me to get up. I scrambled to my feet, pain shooting through my body. Helena, in her wolf form, remained vigilant, ensuring the men had retreated.