Hild Novels & Stories

I followed his eyes, and they landed on our sister, Hilda. “I have come to pay homage to my Luna,” she said, but Philip wouldn't let her pass. “I'm your sister too,” she said, and those words pierced my heart. “You should treat me with the same respect.” “Let her through, Phillip. It's okay, she can't hurt me,” I said, and our eyes met. “Your grace,” Hilda bowed as she stood directly in front of me. “Hilda, how is your mother?” I asked. I haven't seen the former High Lady Gisalla of Stormbringer Pack ever since I made her bow at my feet.

And she has no idea how dangerous Raven Warren truly is. My eyes linger on Lily for a moment. She looks small. Fragile. Breakable. And the thought comes unbidden, She would be enough. Her soul would strengthen the Hallow. Her bloodline is potent. Her connection to me makes her a perfect offering. For a heartbeat, the idea tempts me. Then I shut it down. “No,” I whisper. “Not you.” Lily is my legacy. My heir. My blood. I will not sacrifice her. Not even for the Hallow. But the Hallow needs another soul. Someone strong. Someone connected. Someone who won’t be missed until it’s too late.

Rob went all out for our birthday date. Once we were dressed, he walked me up to the roof of the hotel where a helicopter waited for us. I clasped his hand tightly through the whole flight, I’d never flown in a helicopter before and he chuckled at my nervousness. We flew south and after an hour landed outside a large country hotel in what looked like it could be Virginia. We were met by waiters who guided us to a private dining room overlooking a gentle hill leading down to a shallow stream.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

He pursed his lips at me. "Shes none of your concern, Hazel is a spy and has been working for Cage for God knows how long. We're under attack-" Before I could get another word out Doc mind links me. "Alpha I found a connection, This infection isnt new, I've had it once before. Shes been poisoned with liquid venom from a vampire. How she got it I have no clue but I need a vampire and an old one at that to heal her. Their blood ith a few herbs is what will give her a fighting chance." He cuts the link as I assume he's busy with her and Bellamy both being in bad shape.

Hilda had never seen this person around her son’s grave before. “Hello, ma’am,” he answered. “I’m sorry, you look familiar. I’m trying to recall where I’ve seen you from.” Of course, everyone knows his face, it was the ordinary clothing he wore today that gave Conor’s mom a hard time in figuring out who he was. “I am alpha Walden.” Realizing her mistake, Hilda fearfully dropped the flowers in her hand and trembled to her knees, “I didn’t realize who you were at first, sire. Please, don’t kill me,” she begged.

The voices spoke to her again all at once. “Elle, uh there is no easy way to tell you this so I’m just going to say it.” Aunt Hilda looks at Elle with almost pity or almost like she's scared of Elle. But, that didn’t make sense, there was no way Aunt Hilda would be or could be scared of Elle. What Elle didn’t know is that Aunt Hilda wasn’t scared of Elle but Elle’s mate that was quietly watching and listening up on the roof while he was mind linking with his wolf pack and waiting for their arrival from the woods.

She stood up straight, tears brimming, “Where… where is Hayley?” XXX Hailstorm’s POV I saw Kira disappearing through the trees, trying to catch up but instead, was pulled back. Falling onto the ground, landing on my side with a very hard thud, the wind was knocked out of me. I tried to get back up, not daring to look back but something forced me to.

"That girl from earlier. Her name was erm Hilda. Is she really Nathan Clemon's wife?" ...................

But at least it wasn’t the full moon, so there wouldn’t be a run at this festival, or I would’ve tried finding a way not to go. “Are you okay, Queen Anna?” Meelan whispered, sitting opposite me in the car. Draconian was sitting beside me, and Hilda was sitting beside Meelan, with the fakest smile on her face. “I’m fine,” I said. “Thank you.” “You must be glad to be going back to your people,” Hilda dragged out at the last word. “I heard you were not pleased to be hunted.” She clearly didn’t like werewolves, but why was she even going to their festival? Or maybe she just didn’t like her son marrying one. Particularly me.