Helga Hufflepuff Narnia Novels & Stories

Helga whined loudly as she threw her apple with a wave of her hand, only instead of landing on the floor it magically made it land in the bin. Her hands slammed the edges of the counter that she was leaning on causing a loud echoing thump. "Don't worry Helga" the bluish green-haired girl giggled daintily while her fingertips covered her smiling lips. "The aftermath will be worth the watch" hearing this Helga stood up, waving goodbye to the group before eagerly running towards the door. Not showing any signs of looking didn't look back, seeing this Gawain sighed and silently followed Helga knowing that this wouldn't end well.

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

Helga growls out at Denu, I stay quiet, curious to how this will play out. “You, I am laughing at you” Denu says directly to Helga. Who seemingly is not used to people speaking back to her, in her kingdom everyone knows how vindictive she is, not that the black haired witch cares. Helga looks at me, I just shrug my shoulder as Emerald wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head on my chest watching with interest. “Do you know who I am?” Helga says to Denu, her nose in the air.

Helga set them both on the table in the east wing sitting room where they had arranged themselves in the circle pattern of the traditional gathering. "Luna," she said. "Helga." She was seventy-four years old. She had been headpack mother since before Kael's father had taken the throne. She was small and broad and had the steady presence of a woman who had been the most important person in most of the rooms she had ever been in and had never needed to announce it. "Two hundred and seventeen," she said. "I'm sorry?"

Helga Karenina was still blushing when her maid, Helga, came back into her room, her eyes glued to the floor. She was carrying another wooden tray with rags, bandages, and two bottles. Helga was afraid of her, for the spiritual power that she possessed was a deadly one. She was also a special guest of Alpha Xavier who wanted to be treated with all the respect and courtesy that a woman appointed by Alpha as a candidate for Luna deserved, which seemed like a strange order coming from Alpha. Karenina is a hybrid and also possesses pure spiritual power. Besides, Alpha Xavier does not like humans or hybrids. So why would Alpha let this girl through his gates and into the halls of this packhouse?

she said with a tremble at the end. Helia gave me a once-over and sighed. “Are you going to be a regular here?” she asked, and I nodded. “I am the head guard to Prince Zane,” I said in a low voice. “Zarina,” Helia said, and took the girl away. I took a deep breath. As far as I knew, Helia was a phoenix who met King Sergei when the original alliance was made. She and Arlo Boar were representatives of the small shifter communities. She was an advocate of women's rights and a fierce defender of minorities.

Eleanor gasped, staring at Helga with a pair of widening eyes. "Helga ...? How can you be here? You ... your cheek ...." Eleanor's eyes glanced at the medical plaster on her daughter's face, before realizing that the little lion she had once discarded in a slum apartment had now completely transformed into a hunter standing tall under the Wilder banner.

I saw Hella get her wand from her pocket. “I don’t think you should be using that, Hel,” I whispered to her. “I do, she’s a vampire,” Hella answered me. I looked at the lady again. Then I noticed her appearance. Long black hair and pale skin. And the shameless black eyeliner was screaming danger on her. “So as the child you are holding,” “We should leave now,” I said and pulled them both away from her. “I can smell her,” I stepped back when she appeared in front of me.

As she pulled her shirt down, "Catch you later, Katrina; I can't be late to Magical Enhancement; Professor Isis is a real stickler." "Bye." I waved at Gertrude, hoping I would see her later. I wanted to thank her properly for sticking up to me. "Your performance just now doesn't mean you're APHELION'S MATE! It means you're a FREAK. Instead of feeding off sex, as a magical succubus, you feed off power." Hilda replies, glaring at me. "Whatever you want to believe, Helga," I reply, grabbing my bag and slamming my locker shut.

Hazel didn't look like she could pack a punch but Charlotte guessed she was wrong. Suddenly, Nazu punched Hazel in the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. Taking advantage of the fact that Hazel was winded, she channeled her magic into her fist and punched her in the face. Tyr hadn't noticed the fact that Nazu had used her magic and she also wasn't aware that hidden among the shadows, stood prince Yuka. He watched Nazu with a look of anger on his face. Nazu struck again and again, her fists brutally connecting with Hazel's ribs and stomach.