Hild Novels & Stories

"Really? Does he have any more brothers? Maybe around my age?" "Other than Roberto, his twin, there's Rylan. But I haven't met him yet." "Rylan?" she echoes. What a strange name." "It's an Irish name." "Hmm. I think I kind of like it," she murmurs after a moment of indecision. "Oh, Lana, you crack me up."

Aron frowned, almost as if he could read her thoughts. She’s not eating… because Art didn’t cook this? He gripped his spoon tightly. I’m not sure, but according to the report I got, Miss Hilda only has one sister—Alica Pavion. Half-Italian, half-Filipino. So… Hilda lied to him. Aron stared at her sweet, innocent face. When he saw her in the stock room days ago, the rage had been unbearable. He wanted to snap her neck for lying. But—

she hissed, giving me a tight-lipped smile that made me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "I am the only one allowed to cater to all his needs, if you know what I mean. My name is Hilda. They call me Alpha King Asher's shadow," she growled possessively, giving me a daring look to go against her, and my wolf howled in annoyance at her audacity.

But the route took me past Blackthorn territory and I could have gone around and I didn't. I was filling my water skin at a stream two miles south of Blackthorn when I heard footsteps on the road above me and a voice I recognized. "Sera?" My whole body froze. I turned and there was Hilde standing on the road with a basket on her hip and a child holding her hand and her mouth hanging open. "It's you," she said. "I'd know those shoulders anywhere. Sera Thornwood." "You're wrong." I pulled my hood lower. "My name is—"

She was afraid that this might be the current girlfriend of Oliver whom he had been hiding, Erica hated such embrassments. "I don't recognize you, sorry..." Oliver finally answered breaking the lingering silence. "You forget people so easily..." the lady said wearing a pale face. Erica turned to her, she was getting impatient and tired of the suspense. "If you don't mind, can I know who you are?" She asked sounding a little rude. "Oh... pardon my bad manners, my name is Linda, I was Joan's bride's maid at the horrible wedding that never took place" she said. Erica took a glance at Oliver who's eyes widened.

Lara yelled. Carissa, Lara's loyal friend. She followed Lara everywhere like a puppy. She knew everything about everyone including what time they came to school and what time they left. If there was a stalking competition, Carissa would have definitely won the top place. "Get this piece of shit right away," Lara yelled at Carissa.

she screamed in agony. I let her go. “Good, now let’s go find her.” I led Sara to Hugo’s house. He wasn’t someone I knew well. We were a few years apart in age, and he wasn’t one of my warriors. During our drive over, I mindlinked the senior warriors on duty to see if any of them had spotted a rogue leaving the territory. One of them mindlinked me back a couple of minutes later to confirm that a rogue had sprinted out of the territory. “If the rogue comes back, grab her, and put her in a cell immediately,” I mindlinked all of the senior warriors. It was around two in the morning when we banged on the door of Hugo’s house. His brother, Rocco, answered it groggily, his eyes shooting open in sh

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.