Hilda Alfur Novels & Stories

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

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

We don’t have to talk about it. The door flung open. “What the fuck did she say was wrong!” The alpha yelled. I said I wasn’t gonna call him that again. What was wrong with me. I would call him Zyair. That was his make anyway. They ran towards me, I could hear their feet. “She didn’t say.” “Let me attend to her.” “Please do, Albeit.” Albeit seems he was the physician he talked about. Zyair came to my side and sat on the bed. I touched my forehead and sighed.

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

Ralph asked. “First, I'm Hilda, and I'm not kind. I'm simply helping, so you can have enough strength to return.” She replied kneeling next to me and rummaging her bag for a few things. She took out stuff from containers, bottles, and sachets, and began to treat the wound on my body. They stung as she pressed a cloth to them— a cloth she had soaked with about three different liquids, and two separate powders. I bit my lip, not letting the sound come out, and she smiled, like she knew it hurt.

But her roommate had other plans. “Get up, let's go out. Everyone is out connecting," Hilda insisted impatiently. She was dressed in a stylish party dress, her makeup perfectly done. With her dark brown eyes, curly auburn hair, and a confident smile, Hilda, around nineteen, exuded a lively energy. Despite her enthusiasm, she maintained a cool-headed demeanor, always ready to have fun but with a calm and composed attitude. She was ready to leave but refused to go without Boma.

His isn't just mad, he's livid, and I truly don't want to be here to see the other end of his emotion. "Hey buddy," someone says from behind the man, pulling him backward a little by his shoulder so I can see who this savour is. "I don't think you should get any closer to this lady here." The strange Alpha I've never seen before stands upon the stage, staring directly at me, despite his words directed at the stranger. But instantly his attention is back on the man, as he stumbles back away from him. "Don't you see what she's doing? She's lying to us!" The stranger yells, probably wishing he was taller since his height hardly compared the Alpha. Or maybe not, because he doesn't seem to realis

Hilda stopped her advances a few meters away from her when she was sure that Sahara could hear her words clearly. She said loudly, "Sahara, let me tell you this, I have sponsored a lot of people other than Caroline, and now, not only do I want to groom Caroline, I want to groom a million more of Caroline's to replace you! Even if I don't groom them, there will be countless more Caroline's that will appear and surpass you. How many of them can you beat?" Sahara was silent as she glared at Hilda with a deep hatred in her eyes, as if Hilda had taken away everything from her.

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” “You are lucky you are still alive, witch,” Kai growls, collecting our bags that the woman passes him. She walks past him with a big smile, taking my hands in hers. “You must be Luna. It’s so nice to meet you. I am Hilda, and I got assigned to you as your personal guide.” Kai scoffs, walking up the stairs and contrasting Hilda’s bubbly manners. “Oh, I’m not a Luna yet, but it’s nice to meet you too, Hilda,” I answer, mirroring her happy expression.