Resident Evil Helena Harper Novels & Stories

We pull back into camp just as the sky turns black. Helena jumps right in. She waves the hurt ones toward her medical tent and starts barking orders. I stand there and watch her work on Erica. She checks for broken bones inside, stops the bleeding, and makes sure my girl is really okay. “She pushed too far,” Helena mutters once she finishes. “That much power should have killed her. The fact it didn’t? Either pure luck or something bigger.” “Something bigger?” I ask.

Helena looked at the ceiling in the unfocused focused way of someone very new to looking. Elliot called Vivienne from Accra, where it was already morning. She answered with the immediate alertness of someone who had been waiting for exactly this call. “Helena,” Sera said. A silence. Not absence. The full inhabited silence of a woman who had a father whose name was in an institute and a compound and a judgment and was now being told that the daughter of the woman who built the framework to restore all of that had named her daughter after the woman who built it.

Pier. I stare at Helia. Speechless. He’s wearing that look again. The one I hate. Calm, detached, smug. “She’s Miss Hills.” He repeats. “She’s related to the Grevelstokes. Jon. Eveliina.” I know the Grevekstokes damn it. And now everything comes rushing back. The Hills’ daughter. The one accused of killing Helia’s father. Her father. I remember reading about it in the news. The girl who supposedly committed suicide.

Helena cursed. The woman ran in the direction of the flash into the forest. Helena had time to see if the flash resembled a human. So he immediately thought that it was a vampire. After running far enough, Helena felt exhausted and finally stopped chasing the vampire. "Damn it!" Helena tried to take a deep breath because her lungs were burning from running fast. However, Helena heard something. Helena focused her mind and prepared to take the dagger from inside her clothes. When Helena turned around, she found no one. Helena checked the surroundings again, but still, no one was there. She also didn't hear any more voices. It was as if everything was quiet again leaving her standing there.

Helena hissed fiercely under her breath, digging her nails into the girl’s arm as a threat. I never knew my talent for lip-reading would ever come in handy until now. I’ve always known Helena was vile despite her pretty face and charming smile which she used as a mask like Jin always did to hide the evil inherent in her soul, I just never she’d stoop so low as threaten an innocent boy because of his sister’s crimes. “You can’t do that.” The girl whispered with growing horror. A cold smile appeared briefly on Helena’s face as she gently stroked the younger girl’s hair gently, “Disobey me and find out, sweetie.”

"Shouldn't you be in the comms room? We have three days before we march into the apocalypse." Helena climbed up the maintenance ladder, clutching a datapad to her chest. She wore oversized mechanic’s coveralls that swallowed her small frame, her silver-blue hair tied back with a piece of wire. She looked less like a princess and more like a scavenger, but her eyes were sharp.

she hissed and Arom’s eyes hardened as he clutched his hand throbbing in pain. Helena continued coldly, “Today, You are standing in front of Helena Perez, Her mother's daughter. A mother whose baby you all killed with your planning,” She sneered. “Today you are standing in front of Helena who is Evan Conon Hemsworth’s woman and who will bring all of your downfalls!” Rita fisted her hand tightly and lied again, “Helena we are not your enemies. We are family, dear. The man you are calling leech is your father and…”

I crossed the chamber in three steps and stood in front of Helena who was pinned against the wall unable to move. Up close her face was terrifying. The black eyes were wild with fear and rage and the dark energy around her was flickering and dying as Luna's silver light continued to burn through it. Helena looked ancient in a way that had nothing to do with age. She looked like something that had been evil for so long it had forgotten what anything else felt like. "This is not over" Helena said. Her voice had changed. Less smooth and controlled now and more desperate. "I am just one Shadowborn. Kill me and the others will come. They will come for your daughter. They will never stop."

Which the investigator didn’t know from whom are those fingerprints. Her death is a mystery because the last record that they watched about Helena seems like she is talking to different people even though she is all alone inside her room. She is talking as if there is someone inside her room. She looks so distressed, scared, hopeless, and disturb. There is a record also that she is just standing alone, sitting alone, facing the camera alone and she looks like she is not herself. The investigator found out that Helena never took the medicine that was given to her. It would help her calm her down if she took it but she didn’t. Based on the CCTV record she just stepped on the medicines that wer

A slow, knowing smile tugged at her lips, “Good morning to you too, darling. I thought you would have been happy to see me.” “Cut the crap Helena. How did you get in? Why the hell are you here?” If Helena came to look for me on her own without me calling for her, then it meant something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. The look on her face instantly changed as she stared at me with a kind of seriousness that made my skin prick. “He's not dead.” Helena suddenly said. “What? Who's not dead? What are you talking about?” “Victor. He's not dead and worse, he'd back. He's targeting the both of us.” Helena whispered furiously.