Helga Locket Novels & Stories

"As you can see, we managed to find all the other horcruxes that the Dark Lord had hid inside the British Isles." Croaker said to Erik, who was looking at the items that were on top of the low central table. Of the three items, he recognized two of them. One of them was a golden cup with a badger motif on it, and two little golden wings that served as handles to the cup. It was Helga Hufflepuff's cup. The second one was a silver locket with a thick silver chain and a big pendant with a snake on it that formed a big 'S'. It was Salazar's locket. The third of the items was a big golden ring that contained a round black stone encrusted on it. This last one he didn't recognize, but he did recogn

"Morgana mentions something else here. A fail-safe. She put a tracker in Helena's anchor. In case Helena ever defaulted on the magical debt. A way for Morgana to find and destroy it if needed." "A tracker? What kind?" "Magical signature. Unique frequency that can be traced using the right spell." Celeste leaned over my shoulder, reading the instructions. "I can do this. But I'll need a personal item from Helena. Something she wore or touched regularly." "We might have something at the pack house. Evidence from when we arrested her." We drove back immediately. Edward met us with a box of Helena's belongings. Jewelry. Clothes. A brush with her hair still in it.

Olga wants to jump her, but I'll show Olga not to. "I got great news. Sorry I did not come home last night, but let me tell you what I found out. The young warlock with whom I have been hanging around tells me he can do the sunlight tattoo spell. He also knows where to get a copy of it," Helga says. "I thought they were only two copies, one that the gypsy girl has and one that the werewolves have," I say.

Or maybe a clock frozen at midnight. I stared at it longer than I should have before touching it. “Helga,” I said. “Who delivered this?” Her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes tightened. Helga Vorenheim didn’t frighten easily. She had served the Voss family for forty-three years. If she was unsettled, there was a reason. “No one, Lady Voss,” she replied evenly. “It was simply there at the door. No tracks in the morning dew.” That made my skin go a little cold.

said asked. Kaela turned the disk over in her hand, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw this in the restricted records once before. It predates Frostfang. Predates Lunari. This wasn’t a bond meant for love or war. It’s... a call. A lock. And we’re the key.” I stood there and my gaze didn’t waver not once. “Then what are we opening?” taking it back. My fingers grazed her palm, and it felt like a shock wave to my heart.

I scream however I'm all alone, there's no one else to save me from the darkness that was slowly engulfing me completely. I wake up with a jump, my breathing was labored and I was sweating with the sheet completely soaked in sweat, these nightmares tormented me every night, I no longer knew what to do, I walked to the balcony of my room and leaned there, watching the stars, they always calmed me down on my worst nights, these terrible dreams always brought me the worst memories I've ever lived in my entire life, when I was sixteen I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, my father King Richard had decided to give a welcome ball for the King of Russia, Louise was in a red dress with a g

It wasn’t Silas’s. It was my mother’s. “Victoria, if you’re hearing this, it means the decoy worked. But you have to remember… the locket isn’t a key. It’s a detonator.” I reached for the silver locket at my neck, my fingers trembling as I felt a small, hard switch hidden beneath the engraving of the sparrow that I had never noticed before.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

But unlike the majority of the audience, I kept my eyes on Helena Locke. She was dressed elegantly for the theatre wearing a black low-cut dress accompanied by a black velvet choker and a pearl in the middle around her slender exposed neck. If it hadn't caught the dimmed light above her box, I would never have seen the garrot. Helena's hands immediately went up to her neck and pulled at the wire tightening around her throat. The attacker was wearing gloves, but there was something odd about the right-handed glove. Almost as if fingers were missing on that hand.

I needed to make her the Lady of the Underworld. I had a sidekick, or a minion, if you will, Hex, whom I had keeping an eye on the embezzled money coming into Joseph’s account. Once he had stolen over a certain amount of money and the case could be considered a civil lawsuit, I would bring it to the light, anonymously, because a more serious a charge meant the longer that I can put him away for.