Romans & histoires Helm Trail Half Face

Eleanor gasped, staring at Helga with a pair of widening eyes. "Helga ...? How can you be here? You ... your cheek ...." Eleanor's eyes glanced at the medical plaster on her daughter's face, before realizing that the little lion she had once discarded in a slum apartment had now completely transformed into a hunter standing tall under the Wilder banner.

He inhaled deeply and kept walking with aligned head. “Our pack is located at the bank of the Aquadrian river, where it is shaped in crescent form around the hills of Trina. That’s why our pack is named the Crescent pack.” His tone had indifferent excitement mingled in it, as a poetry. It was the first time he was this much excited to talk about something. He must really love his pack and pack members. It was weirdly relaxing to find out about his pack.

I need to leave before the cars explode. I would never have thought to meet him finally after missing for weeks. I approached him once he had himself back against the car. He looked up, and I could see how fucked up he looked. Blood dripped off his face and mouth. He let out a harsh laugh, then coughed to clear his throat. I removed my helmet and threw it to the ground, revealing my face. "Well, it isn't Terry Young," he coughs, then hisses once he tries to sit up comfortably. He held his abdomen. "Odin's number one pet."

The head of the weapon began to glow with thermal energy. "Wait for it," Tristan whispered, his hand tightening on Saoirse’s. "Wait for the drop." Liam walked toward the cage. He raised the hammer. "Any last words, witch?" Liam sneered, his voice amplified. Helena lifted her head. She looked at the crowd. She looked broken, but her eyes were clear. "He’s coming," she whispered. Liam laughed. "Who? The Viper? He’s dead in a snowbank." SCREEEEEECH.

He looked into my eyes, shaking his head as his eyes kept trying to close. And then he held both of my cheeks, pulling my face down to level his. “Have you seen this face? I don’t think anyone could ever compare to this! This type of face doesn’t belong to this world. It’s so otherworldly. Maybe what you said was true: that you live in another place— another world. Was it true? It must be. You’re so handsome, Heli, do you know that? Your face doesn’t belong to Earth. Were you from Jupiter? Or Venus?”

"Take her to the lake, and let her see herself." The three male wolves crept towards her. Hela howled loudly and took off running into the forest with her father and two of her brothers hot on her tail. They ran for hours before arriving at a lake for a drink. Hela took slow steps towards the edge to look at herself. She was pure white, with shimmering fur. Her eyes were the deepest amethyst she had ever seen. "Kari?" Came Henrik's voice from beside her. He was standing with basketball shorts on. I turned and looked at him, cocking my head as if to say what. "I need to have a look behind your ear. May I?"

The bruises on her face looked terrible, such that they made me flinch just by looking at them. “Agregor!” she bellowed, facing the starless sky. Her rage had just begun to erupt when a soft buttery voice sounded from nearby.. “Agregor’s gone, Helena,” the sound took the form of a slim hooded figure that emerged out of the darkness. The hooded figure turned and unveiled her face to expose a moonlike visage that radiated everything that stood inches near her…

“If I don’t take you to a healer, you will bleed out and die in the next couple of minutes.” “And I’m supposed to believe that you want to save me,” she snapped, clutching her injured shoulder. I chuckled. “Trust me, no one wants you alive more than I do.” **** The look of disbelief on Helga’s face, when she saw the half breed, confirmed my fears. The half breed was my mate. It was both good and bad news. “You finally found her,” she said, as she showed me to a bed where I placed the half breed. “What is your name child?”

He took them directly over to the racks of helmets. Fiona saw which ones he was looking at and saw some smaller helmets on a nearby rack. "Couldn't I get one that didn't completely swallow my head?" "Do you know what a flying beetle feels like when it hits your face at 60 miles per hour? Not to mention what happens to your skin when it's blasted with that high speed wind for hour after hour." She raised her hands in defeat. "Say no more." She looked back at the rack and saw a white helmet with a silver tribal tattoo design on it. "I like this one," she purred.

‎Lyriel raises a hand, light gathering between her fingers. ‎The door creeks open slowly to reveal who it was. ‎My heart stops at my throat as fear overwhelms my thinking. ‎It wasn't Draven nor Mireth. ‎A figure steps through the smoke. ‎Tall. ‎Half perfect beauty almost similar to Draven's features, half exposed skull with sunken, void eyes. ‎Kael. ‎He smiles with the half of his face that still can. ‎“Hello, little star,” he says, voice silk over razors. “I’ve come to collect what’s mine.”