Helena Hunting Clipped Wings Novels & Stories

“What lie, Helena? You testified extensively during the council tribunal. You provided the documentation regarding the external funds, the altered border logs, and the communication records from Draven’s intermediaries. What could you possibly have withheld?” Helena turned her sorrowful gaze toward Gerald, her expression a mix of profound pity and deep, lingering shame. “I provided what was necessary to bring down Draven’s political network, Gerald. I gave the tribunal what was needed to protect the pack’s legal standing. But I didn’t tell them about the personal truth. I didn’t tell them about the night Sophie fled.”

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.

To bury this hatchet between us. And as I stepped out of the elevator, the next thing that I saw was enough to stop my heart. There he was. An unfamiliar man in a ski mask. The entire lobby was dead silent and people were standing like statues breaking sweat and crying. Seeing Olivia in that state broke my heart. She was standing right in the middle of it, with a gun aimed to her head . Oh no! Not again!!

I answered Whiz truthfully. “That poses a few different problems for us June bug. The first being I can’t change her identity again without changing her appearance completely. We had Clara cut and style her hair differently but due to the pregnancy we couldn’t dye it and that red hair of hers is hard to hide. Secondly without a new picture to go with her new appearance creating new documentation is completely out of the picture. For now, she is stuck being Ophelia which means we need to find somewhere even more remote than Mentone.” Whiz sighed deeply before continuing on. “I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know t

I stood slowly, chest heaving, hands clenched into fists. I wasn’t crying anymore. No. I was done being hunted. If Helena wanted war, then so would I.

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

Helena warned, her eyes narrowing as she turned to leave. “Wannabe Claire," Claire muttered, a hint of pride and humor in her voice. "What did you say?" Helena snapped, whirling around and lunging at Claire. "WANNABE CLAIRE!" Claire screamed, the words echoing in the huge bathroom. The two girls started pulling each other's hair, their screams of pain mingling with the sounds of the struggle. Claire kneed Helena in the stomach, causing her to fall to the floor. Helena scrambled up and landed a hard slap on Claire's face.

Alexander growled. “Then tell the walking death machines behind us to stop TARGETING her!” As if hearing him, a Helion Unit burst through the trees, sprinting with terrifying speed. Elias jerked Lena closer. “RHEA—!” “I SEE IT!” she yelled, whipping around and firing two shots. One hit the Helion’s visor; the other struck its leg, slowing it. But only barely. The Helion raised its arm— FWIP—!! A grappling hook shot forward, aimed directly for—

“If we won’t hunt them down, they will.” ---What if- *crackling fire* ---I guess they were nothing but monsters in the end. Before I could even notice, he was already near me, ready to pierce my neck, but I was able to dodge and jump back in pure instinct. Damn, he is fast. “How many souls did you manage to lead home today?” It was cold and yet, at the same time, heated by anger. He lowered his gaze as he lifted his left hand. There I saw some specks of blood on his claws.