Rika Helleaven Novels & Stories

“You are but not cause you are hearing voices.’ "My voice is called Sif." Ingrid said. "Mine is Joro." Olivia smiled. "As in Norsk mythology?" They both nodded with smiles. "Odin's wife and Thor's wife. I'm a little concerned about mine." "What do you mean?" Ingrid asked, tilting her head to one side. "Well, in Norsk Mythology mine is the Goddess of death and ruler of Helheim." I muttered, not sure how to take this information. "Hela." Olivia smiled. "It is good to have you with us Hela, thank you for protecting our pup."

Chapter 29: Riding into Hell The hell rift tore open the eastern sky like a wound that refused to clot. Raven felt it before she saw it—a deep, unnatural vibration rolling through the earth, up through the black stallion’s hooves and into her bones. The air tasted of sulfur and scorched iron; the horizon bled crimson where the Widow’s Veil should have been quiet under dawn mist. Instead, a jagged vertical tear pulsed there, thirty feet high, edges flickering with molten light. Shapes moved on the other side—hulking silhouettes with too many limbs, eyes like furnace coals, war-hounds with jaws that dripped black flame.

He walked out like nothing happened and Antonio looked at the others that were silent. “The important one to us is Hel, keep looking for her. She is the sibling that can lock or unlock the gates of hell for us. Don’t forget until Ragnarok she can control us once she is out of her contract.” There were nods. “We need her captive before then.” “Understood.” several of them said. “Good, let’s go track a sibling of apocalypse.” Perhaps this time it would go the way it was supposed to. __Hel__

They were so damn powerful. Haleen was a dragon/witch hybrid that we had helped rescue from our third feeding room infiltration. She had been friends with Ziyah before Ziyah was held prisoner by the Dark Fae. Haleen became mated to Klayrn, the leader of a Nabello demon pack that was then brought into our packs. She had been powerful before him but became a force of nature afterwards with the exchange of power that came when we marked our mates. Their son, Draven, was a tribrid who took after them both. Not only did he have a dragon form, but that form did not have a typical dragon’s fire when he breathed. Nope. It was Hellfire, which made him really damn lethal.

They can't just sit back and relax while the world is coming to its end so she decided to come out and call for a meeting between the representatives of the two realms. They held their conference in The Grand Pillar to be witnessed by the Foreteller of Gods named Erythaea. She is a famous oracle and is always neutral to both realms. Only representatives are allowed to be in the tower. Amenadiel represents heaven, Azrael also known as the Demon King represents hell and Aurora represents the mortal or the human race. "The traitor finally shows up!" Azrael glared at me. "What happens to General Kierra, why can't I sense her energy?"

"Like she said, eleven years ago. On a military expenditure." He paused then continued. "Eleven years ago Gehinnom island was discovered. And along with the island some more mysterious things were discovered. The inhabitants, they are called the gaea. This people age way more slower than we normal humans. Technically aging one to ten years after reaching adulthood." "You mean they were people who lived here before?" Allyssa, who was the first to be rescued by Ten and Emma asked. "Pretty much." Ten nodded. And most of their minds flew to the village from before. 'how exactly is it related?'

“I need to reopen the bridge. If he found Khaenat’s body, he’ll be near the threshold. He has to be.” Kael snapped, “Do it.” Violet slammed her hands on the carved sigils, chanting violently. Rhea’s blood still soaked the cracks. Light began to pulse—weak at first, then blinding. The doorway re-formed. A window into hell. Shapes moved inside. Dark. Frantic. Rhea stepped closer— “FENRAK!” she screamed. Her voice echoed—straight into the Dream Realm. The shout hit him like a shockwave. Rhea’s voice—echoed, warped, trembling.

“Oh there you are. What's the reason for this sudden morning walk, my love?” Hireath asked Malakai. “I'm so sorry for making you worry about me this early in the morning. I just couldn't sleep so I decided to go clear my head. Pardon my manners, my love, let me formally introduce you to our guest. His name is Hector, Alpha of the Halo clan.” “Hector, meet my charming and adorable wife, queen Hireath of the Lycan pack.” Malakai smiled as he introduced Hireath to Hector.

Keeping her from slipping into the quiet he had shown her before. “You don’t have to,” he said. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. “You said there was a cost.” “Yes.” She swallowed thickly. “Say it again.” A pause. Then, closer still, his voice lowered—not in secrecy, but in intimacy. “You will not belong to heaven,” Malachor said. “You will not be reclaimed by a god who mistook your endurance for obedience. You will stand where I stand—between endings. You will see what others refuse to look at. You will carry what is cast away.”

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry