Helix Waltz Novels & Stories

Margery said with a smile. They were in their final year in witch school and had been paired in groups of three for an assignment. They were to perform the helux spell, a very powerful spell that combines the minds and bodies of as many individuals into one. The spell was as dangerous as it was wonderful because if done wrong, the minds of the victims would be forever shattered and they might die in the process. Whoever performed the spell right would be selected as the new royal witch and sent to the palace to assist the king and queen as ordered by the royal counsel.

Helixia says carefully, "wasn't started by humans or werewolves. The true masterminds are the spirits we're seeing right now." Both Tyron and Zelda freeze, shock written across their faces. Before they can ask more questions, Helixia stops in front of a strange store that seems to be floating upside down. She gives a coded knock, the door seemed to come alive for a while before finally opening up. Inside the store is as busy as the streets of Willowdale town. Humans and Werewolves move side by side, looking completely natural. Stalls line the street, selling different magical potions and objects. "Keep your heads down," Helixia whispered "The pills I gave you will help hide your true nature

The corner of her mouth twitched as she fought off a smirk before she poured all her focus into summoning her wings again. They appeared faster this time; Alora closed her eyes, her fingers on her left hand moving as she concentrated on mustering the illusion while still keeping her wings intact. "She truly is a resilient creature. A mate fit for a King." Helix muttered as he watched out a mate in awe. "That she is, but she is also terribly stubborn." I scoffed. "It just means she will keep us on our toes." He said before fading to the back of my mind.

The dance instructor, a strict woman hired especially by the director, waited in the center of the studio. Cauan Santos, the director, crossed his arms, anxious. “So? How did she do in the quick rehearsal?” The instructor gave a mysterious little laugh. “Director, you'll see for yourself. The girl... has something special.” “Very well! Lights, camera... ACTION!” The music began. A soft, oriental, hypnotic melody filled the studio. Helena entered the scene. It wasn't just dancing. It was liquid seduction. Her body moved with a fluidity that defied gravity.

Lets just hope the lion remembers who taught it to fear fire. They drove toward the outskirts, where Genevas polished affluence thinned into a more utilitarian landscape. An anonymous glass monolith awaited them—no signage, no decoration, a structure pretending to be invisible by being too pristine. Headquarters of the Helix Foundation, philanthropists by name, parasites by deed. According to the encrypted files her father had left behind, Helix had swallowed the Zurich accounts whole, laundering them through sustainability fronts that dazzled the global elite. Ralia had arrived a day earlier, securing maintenance badges and clearing a narrow window in the buildings routine. At precisely 08:

“No need for the apologies.....you can call me by my name, Voyra...” She paused as her belly flipped from the way his deep voice uttered her name. Delicious tingles spread through her but she doesn’t comment on that. “I noticed that you went out for the mating festival.....are you looking for a mate?” Helix had stalked her during that period too.... Her heart thundered as she glanced up at him. “Yes....I-I am of the right age to get a mate.” He stiffened slightly as he asked his next question. “Did you have anyone in heart when you went for the mating run?”

Rose avoided looking at her most of the time, but whenever their eyes met, something tense passed between them. None of us spoke of it. We planned until our voices cracked and our eyes burned from lack of sleep. The Elevation would take place in a grand hall on the outskirts of the city. Hidden behind its name as a charity gala. Helixis members would attend wearing intricate masks, each symbolizing their rank and their influence. I would be the only one unmasked. By tradition, Helixis required visible allegiance from those they deemed powerful. My face would send a message. It was a lie they needed to believe.

It was an inspiring Gladly, I survived that hell of a waltz. I simply remembered the waltz I did in my high school junior prom is not even close to this. And I even thought that was bad. To be precise, the dance was easy to memorize it just so happens I was the problem. The rhythm was in counts of four. One, two, three, four and one, two three, four. Then you go spinning across the room while hoping you do not vomit from the vertigo. After an hour, I started to run around in circle and I think Miss Welching has also noticed it too, so she let me take a rest every 30 minutes that have passed.

male. He made her spin... And the young woman noticed that everyone had stopped to look at them. He had the shadow of a smile on his face while the young woman felt frightened... She already felt herself losing her balance. When he dragged her into an English waltz, the young woman felt her time coming... It was the waltz... that she hated and that she had had the hardest time learning. She wasn't even sure she could follow him like the previous ones.

She was dancing because she wanted to see what *he* saw. Why *he* was looking at her that way—like she was a masterpiece under shackles, and he wished to be the man to set her free just so he could watch her flee. She turned around to regard him, allowing the robe to fall open just slightly at the base of her neck. Not enough to reveal anything. Just enough to tease. To experiment. She arched her back, coiling up slowly, each vertebra a harmony in music none other could discern. At her back, Valerio moved.