Novelas y relatos de Matthias Helvar

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

Elric pressed, understanding we couldn't afford to dismiss any potential lead given how little time remained. "There's someone who's been coordinating closely with Corvinus leadership these past few weeks." Sera's voice dropped lower, like she was still processing the implications of what she was about to reveal. "Someone with access to the judgment hall, someone who wouldn't raise suspicion moving freely throughout the proceedings tomorrow." "Who?" Dante asked, though something in Sera's careful hesitation made me suspect this revelation would prove devastating. "Matthias." She finally said it, watching our expressions carefully. "The councilor who supposedly helped expose Vera's manipulati

Quiet. The moment we stepped inside, I collapsed to my knees on the floor. My lungs felt scorched. Halvar helped me to a wooden chair near a small fireplace. A gentle flame crackled to life, warming the space. “Who are you...?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me. “My name is Halvar. I am a guardian of the last Umbrawolf bloodline. I’ve been waiting seventeen years to find you.” I swallowed hard, eyes widening.

I probed, trying to force my mind into a different direction than the path it seemed to be heading on. Jurgen pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat down on the chair on the opposite side of my uncle’s bed. “He just repeated what he told you, to be honest. King Mattias has had a stroke, and he should not have survived it. His wolf seems to be keeping him alive,” Jurgen’s mouth twitched in a semblance of a suppressed smile. “Would seem like something that stubborn wolf would do.”

"No. Before he ruins everything, we must stop him. Freda and Williams sat in a private salon at one of the most upscale hotels in New York the following evening. The aroma of whiskey and pricey cigars filled the air. Matthias Volkov sat opposite them. He was an aged man with sharp eyes and gray hair who radiated a feeling of measured power. He examined them, drumming his fingers on the crystal glass of bourbon in front of him. “I must confess,” Matthias remarked, “I find your situation rather… entertaining. Williams clenched his jaw. "We are not here to make you laugh." Matthias grinned. "Obviously not. Your empire is collapsing beneath you, which is why you are here. Freda raised her voice.

There's a witch nearby. Karl sniffed the air, but smelt nothing. "I think it's easy for a witch to sense another witch," Karl said, after taking another deep breath. "Oh my God, do you think that's why none of them returned?" Karl asked, with true terror in his voice. "Let's hope not, because this one is extremely strong,'' Matthew said. Matthew was a warlock, born from a noble family, that severed in giving back to the earth. He had salt and pepper hair, his beard was almost grey, with dark chocolate eyes held years, and his lean body suited him well.

I tried my best to survey him without looking directly into his eyes like Paul had warned me about. I gathered in my quick survey that he had black hair, streaked with grey and his eyes were a light shade of brown. He wore a pristine black suit with well-polished shoes. I know because he currently had a collared girl cleaning them for him. He wore no crown but it wouldn't take a genius to realise who he is and what sort of authority he has. Paul greets them all. "King Matthias. Prince Francis. Luther. Richard." Paul says Richard's name with apparent dislike.

"I don't want—" "Odin is a tricky man." King Matthias said it low and Orion stopped. There was something in his father's voice when he said it. "Have his knights questioned. Though I don't expect much to come of it." He stopped. The cough came before he could do anything about it, rattling up out of him. "Are you alright, my lord?" Gaisus asked immediately. Queen Helena looked away from her husband. She looked at the table. She could feel Orion's eyes on her face the moment she did it.

He reached out and gave Liam a hearty handshake. "So you're the big boss of Pendragon, huh? Pleasure to meet you. I'm General Matthias, from Abashidze." Liam, cool as a cucumber, returned the handshake with a chill nod, then made a beeline for his seat and plopped down without much fuss. Matthias, a bit irked but keeping it under wraps, kept the warm smile plastered on. "Sorry for the cold shoulder earlier, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon. Got tied up with something and couldn't make it over. Hope you're not holding a grudge."

“What’s the matter?” Vlad asked indifferently while looking emotionless. “Congratulations, Young Master!” Ralf hurriedly explained. “Young Master, I’ve got some good news for you! Your big break has finally arrived. According to Blind Ivan, there is a Dragon’s terrain that can be recovered inside of Helsby Mountain. You should be able to enter the Demigod Realm if you can obtain the Cooter Armor to enter Helsby and acquire that Dragon’s terrain.”