Resident Evil Helena Harper Novels & Stories

“Both of you.” The call with Elara took less than thirty seconds. She didn’t ask for details. She didn’t ask who I was. She just said, “Come,” like she’d been waiting. By the time I returned to the Lodge, Elias had already disappeared into whatever role he played behind Lucian’s orders, and I barely had a second to breathe before I found myself pulled into the Council Chamber. Helena was already seated. She looked perfect, serene, ageless. Her dress was elegant. Her posture was straight like an eagle watching and calculating its moves before attacking its prey. Her expression was polite and empty. But her eyes—her eyes were sharp enough to carve bone.

Even dying, Helena was still thinking about how to hurt me. "You're not touching my child. You're not touching anyone ever again." "Such confidence. But I still have one card left to play." She pulled something from her pocket. A small vial of dark liquid. "Death magic. One last dose. If I can't destroy your bloodline, I'll take as many of you with me as I can." "Don't!" But she'd already downed the vial. Her body began to convulse. Bones cracking. Muscles bulging.

Sarreth said, standing up at her table and walking to the front of the sofa I was sitting on. "Who the fuck?" I demanded flatly. Sarreth's arms were crossed. "Brat, stop cursing." I cracked a grin. "Why tho? This is ridiculous, Sarreth." I replied, my hand included more action in the air. Sarreth simply smiled at me and answered my previous question again, which was the reason for me to come to a halt. "Have you heard the story of the first vampire, Celare? It says in the books I've read and heard from my parents that the first vampire's mate is a human," Sarreth says.

Feeling excessive heat was something very new to her and was a constant ever since her awakening. Suddenly the hair at the back of her neck stood up. She could detect a familiar presence. It was right behind her but as soon as she tried to turn, she remembered what it was. It was the same creature or creatures that she had seen back in their bus before the Watchers came into the equation. Mira froze in her tracks as the ball dribbled ahead by itself. "Zyrrak'thul na'khar!...(Summon the shadows!) Draek'vorn noctril!...(Darkness shall reign!)

"Tonight, of all nights, i experienced glimmers of joy—moments stolen from the abyss of my suffering. A bath, a meal, a dress that made me feel beautiful. For the first time in ages, I adorned my face with makeup, masking my physical scars. However, the wounds within me still remain. As I stepped outside, radiating confidence, I was met with a breathtaking ambience, adorned in every corner. How audacious! Each one of you, those who inflicted trauma upon me, dare to throw such a festivity. The party that surrounded me was nothing more than a cruel reminder, a gathering of monsters disguised as humans. Rest assured, I may have left this world, but my memory will forever haunt you. My demise sh

"You have to. You're the only one who can stop them. Go before it's too late." "mother, please." "Do not give in to the darkness kayla..don't.." With one final gasp, her mother went still, her body collapsing in Kayla's arms. Kayla's scream echoed through the night, her grief mingling with the roar of the flames consuming the estate. The world shifted again, and Kayla found herself back in the forest, clutching the artifact. This time, when she collapsed to the ground, it wasn't a ghostly figure that greeted her. It was the devil himself, standing tall and imposing.

Since the onset of Lucifer listing over that girl Delilah I had made sure I believed she was not Eve but now the game is about to turn. This time she won’t just die, but she will die and never return. I will kill her and her soul from this realm. “Thank you father but can I ask for one favor?.” “Sure.”

Mira's POV The White Coven: The heavy wind blew across my hair as I pushed the door's handle. The chimes jiggled loudly. I stepped in and all the women stopped chanting. Their dark clothes make everything eerie. Their heads suddenly turned to look at me. I stood still and noticed her, the high priestess at the altar. She raised her head revealing her dark shoulder length hair and thick eye liner. “Mira Alexander!!!” She yelled. I shuddered at the tone of her voice. She just had to be that loud. “Yes, priestess.”

"It contained... everything. Helena's affairs, her manipulation, the illegal surrogacy arrangement. It also proved I knew nothing. So really, the police had nothing, and they never did." Mom's jaw tightened. "I always knew there was something off about that woman. The way she looked at you, Hunter, not like a wife looks at her husband, but like she'd acquired something valuable." "Iris," Dad warned quietly, but his eyes said he agreed. He looked at Grace, knowing that Helena had been her sister, and they didn’t want to hurt her. But no one could hurt Grace as badly as her own family had. "They caught the person that killed Helena, right?" Dad said, leaning forward in his chair.

It’s the vampire from my dream many, many nights ago. “Let me go!” I scream in my sleep, and that’s when I wake up. I sit up on the bed, breathing hard. I clutch my chest and feel my heart almost struggling to burst out of my chest. I look at my kids and find that they’re still there. I’m about to try to sleep again when suddenly, as clear as day, I hear Ares’s voice in my head, like he’s mind-linking me even from seemingly a universe away. “I need you to find me, Valeria, because they’re going to kill me….”