Resident Evil Helena Harper Novels & Stories

“Beautiful woman. Quiet. Smart. Worked at one of your father’s offices, if I remember correctly.” Something strange moves through my chest as Victor goes completely still beside me. “She passed away eventually,” Harold continues. “Terrible shame. What was her name again…” My pulse slows, like my body suddenly recognizes danger before my brain catches up. Harold snaps his fingers lightly. “Helena.” The room seems quieter suddenly, or maybe that’s just in my head. Victor sets his drink down carefully. “You’re drunk,” he says flatly. Harold laughs immediately. “Unfortunately true.” But his eyes stay fixed on me.

“It came this morning. My housekeeper found it stuck to the bottom of a shipment box addressed to the estate. The handwriting… it's Sophia's. I’d know it anywhere.” Helena took the envelope, her hands shaking as she opened it. Inside was a single page, creased and faded. "You never asked the right questions, Greg. You only wanted the truth that made you feel innocent. But I was never dead. I was just erased. And now… the ghosts are coming back." No signature. Just the faint scent of jasmine—the same scent from the photo frame Helena had once found on Greg’s bedside. Greg looked stunned. “She’s alive.” “And trying to warn us,” Helena whispered.

"Peter, she was at the scene of one of the suicides. The boy who gutted and hung himself, they found her at his doorstep, covered in blood and organs and screaming at the top of her lungs. If what you've told me is true, then what happened to them is no coincidence. There is something evil following her." Helena left the cafeteria just as she finished eating her lunch. She had told her friends she was meeting with a teacher for makeup work. The closest and safest place she could think of was her room, so with her keys already in hand, she sprinted across one of the grassy lawns surrounding the cafeteria and entered her dorm, hurrying up the stairs and down the corridors. Arriving at her room

"Dark Mother, woman burned." Helena Duncan entered the kitchen wearing a grey dress of a gauzy fabric. Her long hair was a curtain of bright red down her back as she walked towards them. She felt around the walls, her unseeing pale blue eyes staring off into nowhere. Callie stepped away from her touch as she moved closer. "We have waited for you," Helena said. "You have come to save us and defeat the Duke." Callie’s eyes grey widened. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She knew demons didn’t care to make sense but this was too much.

Grace leaned forward expectantly on her chair, and Natalia stared at me with shock and confusion. My throat bobbed. I didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to see the hope drain from their faces. Didn’t want to say it out loud because it made it feel too real. But they both deserved the truth, so I would tell them. “Helena is dead,” I started. “Celeste killed her.” … The battleaxe came down on Helena’s skull. I would never forget the sound of that wet crunch, nor the sight of the blood spraying across the floor, across my boots, and across the face of a woman far older than her years.

I said, “I have two memories of this woman, named Helena. She’s beautiful and has long black hair and her eyes are really dark. When she touches me, my skin burns. O and she smells rotten, like food gone bad or rotten meat.” Tabitha looked really scared and walked back from me, did I look like this when I saw the evil man? “Helena? You’re sure you remember that name?” she asked, the usual bitchy side of her was gone. She sounded really terrified. “Yes, I think so.” “I can’t help you. It’s too dangerous. No, I can’t.” and she rushed out of the tent.

Helena gripped Jacob’s arm tightly so tightly that she actually left nail marks on his skin , scraping it enough to draw blood but she didn’t seem to care , all her attention was on the answer . “ Yes , I do love you - mum “ said Jacob finally with a heavy sigh and Helena looked ecstatic , her eyes gleaming with victory as she contemptuously glared at me over his shoulder “ you hear that ?” I couldn’t answer Helena ‘s question , because My heart was so chilled that I couldn’t even look at Jacob except I was looking at Helena whose face was flushed with excitement like she had no idea that she was doing something wrong - that she was fucking up her only son’s life , there was no remorse , no

I shook my head at the pictures, but then my vision changed and the woman was no longer my wife, it was Arabella, her naked body in all its glory, spread out in the sheets, beckoning me to come and have a taste. The door closing behind me snapped me out of my day dream and I turned to see who exactly had interrupted. I almost growled when I saw Harriet standing there, her nightdress hanging loosely from her body. “What do you want”, I growled, refusing to let my eyes wander her body. “Helena sent me for you, she said you needed to release your frustrations”, she said quietly, bowing her head. I let out a growl, Helena had crossed the line. As my head of guard, she shouldn’t worry herself abo

My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected. Everyone was struck silent. At that moment, I smiled. "Congratulations. You've unsealed the final boss of this scenario, the Sea God. If you defeat me, you can clear this dungeon." Their weapons had been made to defeat the seabirds, and the moment their attacks hit me, they dissolved. "No way, how did Sylvia become the final boss? Did your family keep this from us on purpose?" My parents were shell-shocked. "We have no idea either, she didn't say!"

I believed her when she said that because this is the first time she’s ever looked so sincere and truthful about something. “I really hate to interrupt your villain origin speech but you’ve deviated so much from the question I asked you and that just proves that you’re truly nothing but a dumb bitch. So, how’d you get the gun? I remember telling them that only I must have it. I guess that’s an extra person to add to my list of people that have to die for disobeying my orders”. The scoff Helena gave after that tells me this is not the first time she’s killed someone and it doesn’t look like it’s about to be the last. Except she’s killed by Jessica and she is unable to kill again, unless she