Helia Winx Novels & Stories

"Coward! He fought with the were-creatures of Khron when they were in their weakest form." Thump! Helia's foot had kicked a body. She looked down at the body her foot had kicked and froze. The head of the body she kicked belonged to someone familiar. "Cecilia," Helia cried out as she fell to her knees before the dead body. Cecilia had been her handmaid since childhood. She was her spar partner, friend, help, and was like a mother to Helia. Helia closed her eyes, stopping the tears that were flowing freely.

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.

Being here makes me feel like I’m home strangely enough “Come on Helia” The older woman said to young Helia. The little girl waved at Helia who smiled and waved back at her young self. As if that’s not weird. Celeste gracefully strode from the room followed by Hildegarde and young Helia. I turned my attention back to the Helia I knew, whose aberration seemed to be more transparent than before.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Once everyone stood back I let Hela take control. "For those of you who have never met me, I am Hela, I am a direct child of Seline. I am here to assure you that every one of your loved ones whose lives were lost during this battle, will be welcomed into her arms and live side by side with their wolves in her moon garden so that they can watch over you. The Moon Goddess sends her sympathies and is distraught that she is meeting with so many of her children but she has promised that they will be in good hands with her. I am named of the Goddess Hela, the protector of the Dead, and it is my job to ensure that your loved ones are protected." I felt Hela push back and as always it made me light

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Hope that they can get together and spend time together. Helena came out of her house carrying a bag and also one of the swords that she can fold and she often carries everywhere, Helena wears her hood. The head of the hood made of rattan covered a bit of her face because of the curvature of the hood. Helena looked around, nothing was suspicious, she immediately walked away from her house with all determination to go find Winter and Winky. Helena also missed the two little witches who were destined to be together. Especially for Winter, her round eyes really make people who look at her excited and want to bring the little witch home, take care of her and make her a friend.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

She remembers what happened in the dungeon making her fall more in love with the girl. Helena likes people who know how to control well and make use of their power and authority like Silver. Her daughter on the other hand just wants to be a rebel, always sneaking off and doing human things. She can’t wait for Octavia to wake up so she can build a bond with her and hopefully she talks to Silver for her, she is very happy for who Moon Goddess gave to her lovely son. She knows she is not weak, she wonders when she will shift. Helena smiled at the mates and left the room. ******

They had used specialized herbs to mask their Alpha and Gamma scents as they watched the procession pass below with cold eyes. Princess Helia was dressed in deep purple noble riding gear, sitting tall and straight atop a bay warhorse. She was only thirty-two—the peak of a Lycan's strength and power. However, perhaps due to the long journey, her aura felt heavy and sluggish. Her cold, beautiful face showed a weariness she couldn't hide, making her look a few years older than she actually was. "The male wolf on the black horse behind Helia is Damian," Caldwell whispered, his golden wolf eyes locked onto the dangerous-looking male.