Helga Locket Novels & Stories

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.

It was a habit of me to play with it as am in deep thoughts. "Come in,"I said Ella walked in with my bags of chips,while picking few out munching on them. "So what is the plan?"Ella asked. This made me raise one of my brows confused about what she is asking about. "I walk in and you are playing with your locket,the only time you play with your locket is when you in deep thought or when you miss your parents,but am gonna take first because you rarely show emotions especially based on personal affairs in public,"she said proudly taking a sit infront of me.

"That's not even up for questioning girl. You know him. You saw me kill him. Our entire empire with be in jeopardized if I let you walk out of here alive." "So are you or not going to kill me then?" "I can't kill you, but I can give you this: stay here; stay here with Marcello; by his side." "What?" "I don't know or care what he'll make of you: girlfriend, concubine, wife or whatever! Just stay here and you'll be safe and alive." Serena pulled of her hoodie and threw it across the room, exposing her snake tattooed cover arms. A vibrant green viper circled across her wrist. From a far one would think it was a bravely but no! It was her most precious permanent inking.

Tentatively I moved towards the door, slowly turning the handle and pulling the door open. "So you know, I've been going mad in my room waiting for you to wake up. Oh, these are for you, I overheard one of the staff here talking about a Phoenix needing clothes, and well, I grabbed them from the female fae and headed right over before she could protest." Helga rushed as she pushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind her. She was in her glamour again, her hair a vibrant pink this time and cut into a bob. She kept her lilac-coloured eyes too. Seeing her be so much more spontaneous with her glamour than she had been back home was strange.

Unexpectedly, there was indeed a hidden compartment here. The compartment was exceedingly well-concealed. Only after removing five panels did she discover three locks. The locks were rotating dials with symbols of the sun, the moon, and a star. Each had to align with the correct symbol to open the compartment. If even one symbol was incorrect, the compartment would lock permanently. Had Helena not told her the correct sequence, finding the compartment would have been futile. Jane turned the dials to the star, the moon, and the moon again in order and successfully opened the compartment.

“Please help Helena, the Moon Goddess. Don’t let my darkness harm the mother of my children.” I didn’t know how much time passed like this in peace, but later, Helena’s panicked voice sucked all the air from my lungs. “I did everything as instructed, then why this spell isn’t working?” She quickly turned the pages to determine the fault in the procedure, her pale face crushed my heart. Suddenly, it crossed my mind. “The silver dagger is missing, Helly!”

There were tiny crystals embroidered on the hip that matched the valknut mark we all wore. I walked into Helga’s room seeing her stand as the hair artist did finishing touches. She was a vision of pure beauty. I could sense her power, it changed slightly today, likely in preparations for her shift. “I can not describe how beautiful you are.” I said smiling wide. “I thought I wouldn’t be this emotional until your wedding day! Or at least prom!” I started to cry. “Mama, stop.” She said hugging me. There was a hiss from behind her before a sigh and she left it alone. I was curious if she had seen Renard or Bjorn today to see if she had the mate bond. I spoke with her briefly a few times, but we