Holly Ben Elf Novels & Stories

Alpha Matthew clarified. “I apologize, Mrs. Balzano, but I’m not familiar with anyone named Holly,” the agent responded. “She’s known to be a warlock who’s as slippery as an eel. In a faraway pack, she’s been rumored to have eaten nearly 3,000 children’s souls.” “Holy cow. What the hell is this? There’s no way I’m letting Mila get eaten by that ugly old woman,” Hannah growled with determination. “Are you absolutely certain that this is the same individual?” Alpha Matthew inquired, turning to Agent Kim.

She was not sure if it was just a change, having a friend outside the supernatural world or it was something more. When Holly woke up that morning, she saw Elizabeth and Tessa returning from their walk. A broad smile spread across her face, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared when her excitement was overshadowed by concern. Elizabeth came from a world of supernatural and no matter what, she was going to have to return to that world. Holly just feared for the heart break that Elizabeth was going to have, and she resolved to talk to Elizabeth about that.

Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings. Karma is a huge guy, and looks like the typical hacker, while Aspen is more of the nerdy guy, always pushing his glasses up his nose. Holly seems to be a skater girl, but she has pink clips in her hair, with flowers on it, so I might got a bit thrown off. “Hey,” Arawn says and I flash them a smile, waving back at them. “This is my team,” Michelangelo says proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“From a scout who decided to retire early.” “Early,” Mara repeats dryly. Hazel shrugs. “I encouraged his portfolio to diversify. He’s diversifying under a snowdrift.” “What did he say before he went into finance?” I ask. “That Redmaw’s got a new Alpha, Draven Holt, who says we killed a god in the dirt and he’s here to make a church out of our bones. Same old sermon, new pulpit. He wants Eli back.” Hazel’s mouth quirks. “Says he’ll ‘purify’ him.”

The others said, greeting him with a smile. Holly slowly stumbled out of her tent, as she finished pulling her boot on. "Morning all!" She said surprisingly cheerful. Kerry and Junip noticed she had a strange glow about her this morning, and couldn't help wonder why. "You sure are cheerful this morning," Vlad said with a smile as he looked at her. Holly had a questionable look on her face. "Really? I guess I had a good nights sleep for once." She then said with a large grin. "Or a delicious dream," Kerry said joking, getting a slight blush from her.

She screamed, her voice shrill and desperate: “—HELP! Someone help! Evelyn’s trying to kill me! She already hurt Sid, and now she wants me dead too! Help!” Footsteps pounded from the hallway, and within seconds, guards appeared, followed closely by Elder Shelton and Beta Frank. “What’s going on here?” Frank barked. Then his eyes landed on Holly’s outfit, and his jaw dropped. “What the hell are you wearing?” Holly’s face turned beet red as she scrambled to cover herself. “What are you two doing here?” I hid my wolf fangs and sneered, “I called them. You put up a great act so I have to find you some audience. Don’t you agree?”

"Be my guest." The truth hurt. Blood magic and essence magic didn't mix and Curzon knew it. He looked ready to tear her from the horse and let it trample her, but a horn sounded, taking his attention. His men surrounded Violet and Curzon, raising swords and spears. The air turned damp and heavy; clouds settled into the treetops. A charge sounded as riders clad in black and gold appeared with a tall elf on a spotted horse leading them. Violet couldn't take her eyes off him. His white hair hung long past his shoulders and a gold crown sat on his brow. His amber eyes carried spun gold inside as if the sun had settled within his gaze for a moment.

She was too busy trying not to sneeze from the sheer volume of incense thickening the air. Ezra appeared from behind a velvet curtain, barefoot, wearing a robe that looked like it had survived four apocalypses and a coffee mug that said Hex Yeah. Her hair was a silver-and-purple cloud of frizz, and her expression was a mix of irritation and mild curiosity. “Well,” she said, “if it isn’t my least favorite stubborn werewolf and her scowling bodyguard. What brings you to Casa de Chaos?” Jaxon growled under his breath.

Before anyone can say anything else, there's a noise beyond the bookcase — a deliberate clearing of a throat. We all freeze. Slowly, a figure comes out from among the stacks. Blond hair. Perfect makeup, all pink designer clothes. Kill me right now. It's Holly. My stomach drops to my shoes. "I can help," she says.

I wiped my tears and swore the next ones I shed would be tears of joy—when I held Blaze in my arms again. --- Eight Months Later Jimmy brought us to an enchanted island months ago. Now, heavy with child, every step was a battle. Soon, my daughters would be born. The witches here had taken us in. Their High Priestess—Holly—was Elda’s mother. She had faked her own death, foreseeing the storm to come. At first, I had resented her. Her “death” had shattered Elda. But Holly had known: Halo was betraying us, aiding Vlad.