Helga Hufflepuff Narnia Novels & Stories

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.

Wind swirled through my hair as I ran towards the end of my of my world and entered the human world, it was as filthy as it was yesterday. The sun up gleaming in its greatest light and i couldn't endure to waste this precious time in werewolf world though I still couldn't believe my mate was a human but I had to meet him once to ensure our bound. I came as early as possible so I would meet my mate for sure and this time I knew where I had to look to find him. The university, his ID card said Concornia University so thats where my destination was.

Helga grumbled as she wrapped her wet body with a robe, positioned her body to hide before the door and pulled the knob open only to be met with a familiar pair of dark eyes. Her jaw dropped. “We need to talk.”

I hug her from the side, my head dropping to her shoulder. We fall into a comfortable silence until I whisper, “How did you get into Shadowspire?” Helga chuckles. “I’m a descendant of one of the founding fathers.” “Wow.” I look up, and she winks. “So you have magic.” She snorts. “I wish. Our bloodline has long been tainted.” Her jaw drops to my head, and she mutters, “Some days will be good, and some will be bad. But strong people don’t give up. I know you’re stronger than this, my lady. Don’t let anything get to you.”

The little girl was happy to hear her words. “Try reciting the spell carefully. You have to swing the wand slowly and the shape of your wand swing must be the same as the picture in the book,” said Helena. Helena's hand grabbed the little girl's hand. She helped her swing the wand and, sure enough, the little girl's magic worked. She managed to make the withered flower in front of her come alive again. “Wow, thanks, Helena!” she said excitedly. Helena frowned, surprised. “How did you know I was Helena?”