Helena Kyle Novels & Stories

YOU KILLED YOUR FIRSTBORN DAUGHTER, DANTE. My hands went cold on the steering wheel. Valentina read the message. Her face drained of color. “No.” I stared at the road. “I don’t remember.” She reached for my hand. “Then we’re going to find out.” Ahead, through the darkness, the lights of Saint Aurelia appeared. And on the hill above the facility stood a single woman in a white coat. Helena. She was waiting for us.

However the one I wanted to get my bloody hands on and kill was this famous vampire leech princess known as the Alpha slayer said to be killing my werewolf alphas. Because of her my small temporary pack given to me by my father to manage until I became werewolf king was growing rapidly as many packs were becoming Alpha less and needing to join new packs or seek refuge from HER. The only problem was that I had never met her and no one knew what she looked like as she was said to be a trained silent hidden assassin and never revealed her identity, any of my werewolves who almost found her identity ended about being dead before they could tell us.

"Then we stop playing her game. We stop doing what she expects." "How? Everything I know, she taught me. Every strategy I can think of, she's already thought of first." "No." Devon turned to face me, his hands finding my shoulders. "She taught you to be her. But you're not her. You're Anya Sterling. You're the woman who built a kill switch into her own software just in case someone betrayed her. You're the woman who walked into a parking garage and broke a corrupt prosecutor in ten minutes. You're the woman who stood in a boardroom and watched your enemies crumble without flinching." His grip tightened. "Helena trained you. But she didn't make you. You made yourself. And you're more dangerou

Someone please wake me up. Helena crawls towards me, sitting in front of me. Her arms stretch at both sides. “No, don’t come close. Stay away from the Child.” No words come from Alpha Kryptos. He just stands like a clone looking at us. “You will have to kill me before getting to her,” Helena roars. My body shivers behind her as my eyes waters. I can’t believe the wrong people got the victory. The Goddess has disappointed me again. My teeth clenches as I make to push Helena out of the way and face my death. But the spilling and splashing of blood on my skin makes my body freeze. My heart forgets to beat for a second.

I said. Ivanka rolled her eyes. "Perfect… just perfect. Mysterious heroine saves Hillary Hunter from being beheaded by the psychotic Ava Saints. Amazing story, it'd probably do better in a storybook." Kelvin chuckled. "Hillary in Torture land." "Enough jokes, okay?" Dylan snapped at them. "Whatever." Ivanka replied. I shut my eyes and brushed off ivanka from my mind, before opening my shut eyes and continuing my speech. "I don't really know who she is but I'm certain that she works for the Lycans."

"I know that we have our differences, but I also know that we can work together when we need to. And right now, we need to work together to stop Drake." Seth seemed to consider her words for a moment, and then he nodded. "Fine," he said. "We'll let you through. But remember, hunter, we're watching you." Helena breathed a sigh of relief as she drove away from the werewolf pack. She knew that she had narrowly escaped a dangerous situation, but she also knew that she couldn't let her guard down. She was getting closer to Drake, and the stakes were higher than ever.

Isabelle and Philip worked from the rooftop, while Jerry and Aria made their way inside. The first room was empty. The second, too. But in the third— Helena. She stood before a server wall, her silver hair pinned up, fingers flying across a virtual screen. She turned slowly as Aria stepped forward. “I was expecting him,” Helena said, her voice like cold water. “But you’re more interesting.” Aria kept her stance firm. “You built Hekate.” “I gave it life. Creed gave it purpose.” Jerry leveled his voice. “What purpose? Control?”

“By the time I finally understood how far everything had gone, innocent children were already suffering because of us.” His fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the blanket. “We spent years believing the shifters were monsters,” he said quietly. “But looking back now, I realize it was us who became monstrous instead.” The room fell silent again. Then Rafael looked back toward Zane. “If Helena is still involved with the agency, you must approach her carefully.” Rafael let out a tired breath. “Helena is brilliant. Patient. Calculating.” His voice lowered carefully. “She studies people before she moves against them, and by the time you realize she’s targeting you, she’s already prepare

Helena murmured between moans of pleasure, feeling Dante’s strength fill every emptiness in her existence. “Eternally mine,” he replied, marking her skin with kisses that promised protection against any evil that might emerge from future shadows. They knew that life in Blackwater would require constant vigilance, that leading the Leather Wolves motorcycle club would keep their lives on a tightrope between the human and the wild. But the uncertainty of the future held no power over the certainty of the present. Helena Moore was no longer the stranger seeking a new beginning; she was the Guardian, the queen who reigned beside her Alpha.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for