Redo Of Heler Novels & Stories

Melenia POV Thirty minutes later, the Uber came to a stop at the Golden hotel, and I quickly stepped outside and walked toward the building, taking a deep breath. Outside the hotel was crowded with news crews, paparazzi, and fans, and then it clicked to me that I couldn't enter such a high-security event, and it felt useless that I came all this way. But I wasn't willing to leave, not without seeing Luke, looking him in the eyes, and hearing him say that all that had happened was a publicity stunt and that he didn't just cheat on me in front of the entire world.

"I should know about the pain and pleasure you have felt in these years just like you know mine. And just like you don't pity me for being what I am right now. I don't pity you for what you are right now as well. Because you are not a bad person." His eyes finally left her lips and matched her teary gaze. Her hairs were dancing around and touching her face again and again because of the beautiful wind making her look angelic. "At least you are not running away anymore. At least you are trying to mend the damages you caused. At least you have the strength to embrace the attempt of redemption." With that, he leaned forward completely removing the distance that was separating their lips. His ro

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

He left you on your knees. I traced each line with a glowing finger, the silver light illuminating the ink. You don't heal that. You rise from it. And you make him regret it. I folded the paper again and returned it to its hiding place. Then I stood and faced the new day, the silver light pulsing in time with my resolve. Let him suffer. Let him beg. Let him feel every moment of the rejection he inflicted on me. I wasn't a healer yet. I was still becoming. And what I became would be his undoing.

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

“You’re in more danger than you realize, Zara.” I swallowed back the fear clawing at my throat. “So what do I do?” She sighed. “For now? Survive.” Her words sent a chill through me. The healer stood, wiping her hands on a cloth. “Rest. You’ll need your strength.” I nodded weakly, my mind spiraling. As the healer turned to leave, my voice came out in a low tone. “What was her name?” The healer paused. Then, with a deep sigh, she answered—“Selene.”

Darien discards his popsicle which has leaked all over his fingers, he has a look of disgust, which is totally unrelated to the events around us. “About the rogues? How should I know?” “No, about the popsicle. That was my favorite flavor.” “Are you mad? Look around you!” I yell at him. He just pouts then looks away from me. ‘Eldora, this is a good opportunity.’ ‘For what?’ ‘Use area High Heal to revert the effects of the pill.’ ‘Is that possible?’ ‘Yes, you and your wolf are almost one so it should be.’ ‘Will their senses come back to them?’

He’s ridiculously strong and the warriors will be demoralized if they have to fight without their Alpha leading them. “We’ll have him,” I say, because my voice doesn’t get to wobble in front of the ones who look to it for reassurance. “The question is what Redmaw thinks they’re going to have.” Hazel breezes in without knocking, a gust of pine and bowstring wax, hair braided tight to the skull so nothing snags when she wades into trouble. She drops a blood-smeared scrap of red leather onto the map, exactly on the spruce notch. “From a scout who decided to retire early.”

Helia sat on the bench, downtrodden. Rendall hit the rail angrily as the two hefty men left, and yelped afterward. He walked over to Helia who was weak because of the wounds she had sustained from the hefty men's floggings. "You're still bleeding," Rendall cried out and rushed over to her. "I'm a were-creature. I'll heal soon." Helia's voice was faint. She was getting weaker by the minute. "Those men ain't ordinary. Their strokes aren't ordinary either," Rendall said with a brittle voice as he held her in his arms.