Novel & Cerita Matthias Helvar

It was obvious from the way I tore Darlas's mate down that I never played about getting my revenge. Vincenzo was right, I got mine without any hesitation. What he did not understand was that Darla's mate was just an unruly wolf in my territory. His death was pretty insignificant, especially after he killed the love of my life. Charlotte, on the other hand, was a poisonous snake, and she was very good at playing politics with the wolves. I only hoped that as I got to discover more facts concerning Roberta’s mysterious disappearance, I would have some good news to share with Vincenzo along the way.

He shakes a no head, “My loyalty will always be to the crown.” “Indeed.” I plainly state. His eyes are above my shoulder as his face lit up in a broad smile at something I don’t see. “I hated it here when I first arrived, until I found out fate brought me here for a reason.” He pauses and his eyes flicks back to mine. “ My Lord, I found my mate here. The goddess gave me a purpose to live again.” I follow his gaze to where he is looking at and I see Anna's face poked out from the tall window. Her head tilted up, eyes closed as she takes in the breeze washing over her pale face and messing with her hair.

"You. The Beta." Garvin stepped forward. "What message? What did Varyn want you to tell me?" "The serpent has many heads." Matthias's voice grew weaker. "Cutting off one changes nothing. The Council's Executioners arrive in two weeks." The room went cold. Sarah's hands froze over the medical supplies. Marcus cursed under his breath. "What else?" I leaned closer. "What were the other messages?" "Codes. Instructions." Matthias closed his eyes. "The baker. The seamstress. They're part of his network. He's been using them for years. Moving information. Hiding resources. Building contingencies."

Matthias frowned slightly, clearing his throat to grab the other man’s attention. “Should we be worried about anything?” He asked as soon as Killian returned his attention. “Your witch knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?” Killian smirked. “Hansel is the last of his kind for a reason. He’s the most powerful you’ll ever get. Don’t underestimate him. He’s capable of so much more than you know.” The alpha’s smile grew wider until it was a slimy thing that crawled over Matthias’s skin. “Have a bit more faith in me, Draven. Why would I jeopardise my only leverage to getting my hands on those records?”

Then he moved towards the entrance of the cave, his steps silent, his movement stealthy. As he neared the large rock where Mather and Agravain hid, he reached down and grabbed the first person he found. Then he froze. "Mather?" Mather, who was already shifted halfway, stepped away and morphed back to his human form. "Beowulf?" He said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" "I could say the same for you." Beowulf retorted. "Why are you here?" "Where's Greta and Agravain?" Helgar asked as she came to stand beside them.

the man with the hat commented, a smile adorning his face, though he himself remained standing. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Mathias inquired, his tone a mixture of curiosity and defiance. “You will find out soon," he said ominously, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Vindrinn er þinn óvinr," he recited, his words resonating with an eerie power that sent shivers down Mathias' spine. With a forceful impact, Mathias was hurled through the air, crashing mercilessly into the unforgiving wall.

“Am I hallucinating?” His friend leaned over and saw what he saw. “Matthew Dragunov. Rank: Legendary…” At first, he felt there was nothing out of the ordinary, then he realised what he just read and gasped. They both looked up from the device, but Matthew was nowhere to be found. …..

Matthias knitted his brows “I slipped away with Uncle Harvey unnoticed while the rest of the their friends made a ruckus under dad’s lead.” “It was only during that meeting that uncle said that he was worried something might happen to him and wanted to transfer all his and Everett’s shares under Everett’s alias, Harold Harper.” Matthias paused before he explained “The only people who know of this identity of Everett are dad, Uncle Holston, me and another of their friend, Uncle Charles. This was because it was associated with his assignment with the army and used to be highly classified. To the world, this is a separate person with the persona of a mysterious yet ostentatious philanderer and

Deep in the old Balkan woodlands, the monastery had long since collapsed — a ruin swallowed by vines, earth, and silence. The corrupted child Valeria had marked — her favorite one — was twelve now. His name was Matias. He spoke little, blinked too slowly, and didn’t bleed when cut. But his mind… it had grown sharp. Sharp enough to kill. Valeria knelt before him in the moonlit clearing, laying a hand over the sigil scorched onto his chest. Her flesh sizzled on contact.