Hild Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

"Coward." Anne growled. "I dare you to say that again." "Coward. Heartless, soulless bitch. Whatcha gonna do about that?" Saira taunted. "I have Ethan's friend." Anne blurted out. "Harrison Erics." "Liar." She said. "Harry would never be so stupid as to fall into your trap." "Oh, but he did." Anne responded. "Just listen. Talk!" She yelled at someone on the other side. "Saira." Harry rasped.

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

Damon and I looked to the corner in a unison, but we saw no one, “There is no one there Elder Lilith,” Young Damon said. “Are you sure about that?” a sweet and calming voice asked. In the corner, stood a lady with shoulder-length brown hair, a crescent moon marking on her arm, giving off a bright purple radiant glint. I was speechless, I didn't even blink, I just stared at her, “Damon Taylor, come with me,” Damon went with into another room. And I sat there waiting for him. Who was this woman?

An action every Noble's personal omega immediately mirrored, taking their positions beside their mistresses; I couldn't help noting they were all older than Nayla. "Good morning," I began, then waited for the file of omegas that had just entered to finish setting the table. A cup of steaming hot tea before me, I continued, introducing myself, "Hello, everyone, I'm Hilda Miller from the Stillmoon pack." A tall, blonde-haired Noble with a dainty air about her looked me up from over the rim of her cup, her eyes lined with dark eyeliner. She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't."

I retort pleasantly. “Oh, I do apologize, where are my manners? I’m Maelor. No need to introduce yourself, I know all about you. Hilda, King Arlo’s mate who upset all Lilith’s carefully laid plans by offering her son love. Previously mated to Soren, who you scandalously slept with even though he has a different Luna and you’re promised elsewhere too.”

She knew she had no right to interfere but it clear to anyone who had two eyes that Kate was doing more than correcting the poor boy. “That woman get evil spirit! (That woman is possessed by an evil force)” Hilda said angrily to herself even as she stuffed her clothes into her luggage bag. “Shabi I don day comout. If you like, kill them two. You hear?? Anofia! (I am leaving and if it pleases you after I have left kill the both of them. I hope you can hear me. Idiot)”Hilda hissed even as she dragged her luggage out of the house.

I couldn't suppress my grin as I continued, "So this is what happened: Hilda came to us, asking Hamer what he was doing here with the two of us. And then Jian just answered her honestly, which was all she wanted to know. Is that about right?" James, still staring at Hilda, didn’t say a word. Hilda, realizing the situation, looked down, clearly embarrassed, her voice silenced. “ Is that true?“ James asked “No…yes…but she,” James broke the silence with a piercing question. "Do you know who Zelda is?" Hilda nodded reluctantly, her eyes downcast. "Who is she?" James pre

Her red hair is twisted in braids, different colored crystals hanging from them in a decorative way. “Lilian, give her our equipment to carry. She is going to be our little helper today.” A bag flies toward me, heavy with glass and metal and before I can grab it, it floats midair. I blink. Then a voice comes from behind her. “The little human is my helper today, Hilda. I suggest you find yours.” Lucien steps forward, a grin on his face with that gorgeous hair of his glowing in the light…….seriously, how does he live with the kind of attention his hair brings?