Matthias Helvar Novels & Stories

"What happened to Matthias?" "He ruled for thirty years. United the eastern territories. Built House Varrow into one of the strongest bloodlines." Thane pauses. "But the vampires wanted more. They claimed the pact entitled them to every third Varrow child. Matthias refused." "So the pact broke," Lucian guesses. "In blood." Thane nods slowly. "Matthias led a hunt into the deep forests. Killed the vampire elders who'd made the original bargain. Burned their nests. Slaughtered their young."

"We aren't going to wait for the server loop to expire. By 6:00 AM, we are going to change the destination of that Zurich ledger." ​I leaned back against the leather bench, wrapping the woolen blanket closer around my chest. "Change the destination? To where? The Tribune already has the first half. If we send them the offshore routing numbers, we ruin the board, but we also hand the SEC the cuffs for my wrists." ​"Not if the recipient isn't the press or the feds," Matthias said, a dangerous, slow smirk spreading across his lips. "We send it to the one person who hates my father more than you hate yours. Helena König."

Fiona glanced between us, her brow furrowing, but before she could say anything, another figure emerged from the cabin. The man was tall and lean, his silver hair tied back into a neat braid. His piercing grey eyes swept over Fiona and I with calm curiosity and mild disinterest... or was it total disinterest. It was hard to tell. This was a man who carried himself with authority, like someone who was used to being obeyed. "I see we have visitors," the man said. He had a husky kind of tone. "I am Matthias, the healer. And you are?" I tore my eyes away from the woman... my mother... and forced myself to focus on Mattias. Even extending my hand for a handshake was done stiffly since I was still

"No not like that , I mean I never seen him before and he seemed to be close with the Duke . And he wasn't wearing any color of the knights of the Batternberg but definitely was a knight from this house ." "Hmm...how does he look ?" "Strong ." "No stupid I mean what did he look like ." "Oh he was as tall as the Duke with brown hair and black eyes pretty common I think . Oh and he had this black sword with him which was really an unusual one ." "Black sword !" "What do you know him ?" "I think it's Mat ." "Who ?" "He is Harren's personal aid . He was away at the borders . " "Why was the Duke's personal aid was at the border for this long ?"

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“This is fantastic news!" Matthias exclaimed, "We've found ourselves another powerful ally!" Everyone on Matthias' side cheered as he responded, "Sir, my name is Matthias Otto. I'm working for Sir Draco. We're currently stationed in Novemton and have just established our network tower. We're all safe for the moment." "Sir Draco is alive?"

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits.

The signal flickered again on my retinal lens. SOURCE: UNKNOWN NODE — “HELIOS” SIGNATURE MATCH: MATEO VARELA [34%] TRACE INITIATED... The name “Helios” shouldn’t have existed anymore. It was a prototype system Mateo and I built back when we were barely out of our teens — a neural-mirroring algorithm designed to map emotion into code. Amara had shut it down years ago, after it nearly drove an entire city insane with feedback loops of fear. Now it was awake again.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

I wiggled my brows at him, grinning so wide that my cheeks felt as if they would split apart, "are you up for the challenge?" The song on the sound doc changed to Be Your Love by Bishop Briggs. My playlist had a set theme with dark love songs. The line in Darkside that reminded me of Gunnar the most was 'The devil is not polite'. Gunnar was the furthest thing from polite. He knew what he wanted and he wasted no time in getting it. It was difficult to even get a sorry out of him for the things he had done, not impossible, just difficult. When I first met him, he reminded me of a toddler having a never-ending temper tantrum but it was the stress he carried daily that caused him to be so moody