Resident Evil Helena Harper Novels & Stories

Helena stared blankly at the phone screen, her mind going over everything that happened and her fist clenched around the device. She hated Rigel more than words could say and she wanted him to suffer like he had made thousands of innocent people suffer. Helena's magic sang inside of her, urging her to hunt him down and rip him apart, slowly. An impatient knock on her room door pulled her away from her deadly thoughts and she turned to it. "Charon?" She called out, knowing he was the only person in the house that knocked like that. "I know dad said you should join us when you're ready but I am not waiting any longer for you. If you aren't out, on the count of three, I'm coming in and dragging

Right under the hospital bed. Concrete pieces flew. From the darkness below, something went up. Not a hand. Not a human. A huge eye. It filled the hole almost completely. Black. With silver pupil. It blinked. Once. And looked right at Mara. Helena closed her eyes. Tears ran over her face. For the first time, she didn't seem powerful. It's just scared. And she whispered: “It recognized you. Run.

It wasn’t Isabelle’s voice. It was— It was fucking Helena’s. Shit. Am I fucking hearing things again? I locked eyes with Isabelle, but her gaze shifted past me. I followed it—and froze. Brown eyes. Dark brown hair. Plump pink lips. “Helena,” I whispered, blinking over and over again. She’s dead. Did her spirit come back to torment me? Helena moved slowly toward the dining room. The senior staff froze. Shit. I wasn’t fucking dreaming.

Her red silk robe shimmered under the chandelier light, her blond hair swept into a loose chignon, like she had just come from a champagne bath and a victory. "Helena," she said coolly. "Back already?" Helena removed her coat and tossed it over the nearest armchair with theatrical nonchalance. "Milan was starting to bore me. Fashion Week is just recycled ambition in couture. Besides—" she walked to the bar without waiting for an invitation "—I heard whispers. Our little arrangement is unraveling." Victoria crossed her arms but said nothing. Helena poured herself a generous glass of Syrah. “You told me everything was under control. But Luna Reyes is not dead, not broken, not vanished. She’s s

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

Isn’t she a loyal citizen of the Roman Empire the same as him? Helena looked at Ignatius as if looking at an idiot. “Roman citizen? Yes, Loyal? not so much.” Helena said defiantly without caring about the other people's identities as a police officer. “Mrs.Helena, can I imply that you have malicious intent and plan to rebel against the Roman Empire?” Ignatius said solemnly, but other than a stern warning. He can’t do anything to this psychic Level 7 power user like her. Helena looked deep into Ignatius' eyes, and her friendly atmosphere completely vanished. This made Ignatius' heart thump up and down in nervousness. If the woman in front of him wanted to kill him, It was easier than squashin

YOU KILLED YOUR FIRSTBORN DAUGHTER, DANTE. My hands went cold on the steering wheel. Valentina read the message. Her face drained of color. “No.” I stared at the road. “I don’t remember.” She reached for my hand. “Then we’re going to find out.” Ahead, through the darkness, the lights of Saint Aurelia appeared. And on the hill above the facility stood a single woman in a white coat. Helena. She was waiting for us.

Helena whispered, holding her breath, her hands were over her mouth, trying desperately to breathe. “I am so sorry Lyra.” She said and then turned away. Back in the present, Helena felt a pang of sadness recalling the heart-wrenching conversation. Tears threatened to escape as she reflected on the apathy Lyra endured from her own father. As Helena turned a corner, she noticed someone passing by. The scent wafted through the air, familiar yet unsettling, like Alpha Gray. It dawned on her that something was terribly wrong. Helena's instincts kicked in, and she knew she had to unravel the mystery.