Helga Locket Novels & Stories

] Across the room, Helma was lost in thought, her fingers tapping against her cheek as she pondered why someone would be so desperate to get their hands on the Book Of Medical Remedies. She knew the book inside out, every word etched in her memory from the copy she had made. No matter how many times she went over it, the answer eluded her. Maybe they were not after the book's secrets at all. Maybe it was the book itself that was key. With a determined look, Helma rose and closed the curtains with a swift tug. She approached the nightstand and the jewelry box that sat atop it. Her fingers danced along the bottom, finding the slightly raised edge of a hidden compartment. With a gentle push, th

The crowd applauded for him. For a while, Genelia was distressed as she was looking for something. I approached her and asked, “what happened? Is something lost?” “Yes! The locket! It was an enchanted locket which an alpha wore to show his true power to rule. I can’t find it.” She panicked. “Have you seen it before? I mean, if you remember where you saw it last, then I will go and fetch it.” I suggested it to her. Genelia was confused, "I haven't seen it in a while. I saw it last on Alaric but I remember I have seen it somewhere else.”

They sat on the porch as the sun set, wrapped in a blanket, drinking malt and talking about everything and nothing — future plans, childhood fears, the taste of victory, the ache of goodbyes. At one point, Greg reached into his bag and pulled out a small box. Helena’s eyes widened. “Is that—?” “Relax,” he laughed. “It’s not that box.” Inside was a delicate silver necklace with a tiny compass charm. “So you never feel lost,” he said softly, clasping it around her neck. “Even when I’m not there.” Helena touched it gently, heart thudding. “I love it.” Greg’s voice dropped. “I love you.”

Helga trailed off as she flipped through books. “Is there anything I can help with?” Achilles asked. Helga shook her head, “No that’s okay your Highness, you should tend to Seraphina,” she smiled at him. “Aurelia is with Seraphina, she won’t leave her side… I feel helpless with Seraphina, I couldn’t protect her…Please let me assist you,” he pleaded with Helga. Helga smiled and nodded, “I understand your highness, here,” she passed him a thick leather bound book, “Have a look through this and see if you can find anything on rare markings,” she told him.

The butler was probably a lying piece of shit spy for the Van Tessins anyway. Leo was trying to get her to drop some of her luggage she was insistent in carrying back to their room, when Helga came out of the kitchen. Amber felt sorry for the cunt’s slave. Helga was a small woman with white hair pinned back so severely it looked painful. Her voice was soft and her eyes often focused on her black, polished shoes when she spoke. And she didn’t speak often. “Mistress Godwin requests not to be bothered this morning as she’s feeling unwell,” said Helga.

I said when she picked the call. "Don't call me that... What's it? Do you know what the time says first of all..." "Huh..." I paused, glanced at the gold desk clock and chuckled. "It's past 11 pm.." "And you call by this time.. Interrupting my sleep.." "Sorry for that but... Haven't you be wondering of its whereabout.. I mean something kind of precious to you.. Maybe.. A.. Locket.." Helena's POV "Locket? It's here.." I paused and touched my neck but the locket was not on my neck. "Oh no... Where is it..."

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before finally knocking. Fenelle opened the door shortly after, her face lighting up with a joyful smile at the sight of me. Though her eyes appeared weary and red-rimmed, and she seemed more exhausted than usual, they shimmered with a mixture of relief and astonishment when our eyes met. It was only in that moment that I truly took in her appearance. She was dressed in an incredibly short spaghetti-strap nightgown featuring a plunging V-neck that showcased her curves and deep cleavage. The material was sheer enough to hint at her braless silhouette, while the short hemline left her long, elegant legs, which were accentuated by shimmering black stocki

Vorian had orchestrated a scenario with no noble choice, only shades of damnation. My mind screamed, scrambling for a third option. Mom’s locket. Mom’s locket. It was a whisper from a drowning sister. It had to mean something. Think. Our mother’s locket was plain, silver, always warm to the touch… She’d never taken it off, not even to sleep. She’d said her own mother gave it to her. A Weaver heirloom. A wild, desperate thought ignited. What if it wasn’t just jewelry? What if it was a vessel? A tiny, hidden anchor for a different kind of power—a protective power?

When he died, it passed to Gerald. A symbol. A sign of the goddess’s blessing. I had hated that locket. Hated what it stood for. Feared that it meant Gerald would rise, just like his father did. And now he has. Without thinking, I snatch it from the desk. Maybe… if this really is a gift from the goddess, maybe it can bring me good fortune. I slip it into my pocket and smooth my jacket. Then behind me, I hear, “Please tell me you have a good reason for being in my home at this hour, Herewit.”

Max said and he sounded tired in her opinion. “Max we have another issue. Hel’s necklace has been stolen, me and Fenrir saw the image and he knew what it was.” She explained a bit more because Max had no idea that there even was a necklace. He was also filled in a bit more about Hel. “Are you okay Tamara? He hasn’t hurt you has he, or done anything?” He asked before responding about this necklace.