Victorious Helen Novels & Stories

We failed. I waited for Elsa to answer Maxwell's question. "Unlike me, Keith has magic, and he can see things. He might know something that we don't. Maybe he saw her value. After all, the three of you didn't; that was why you exposed her the way you did here in Redcape. Keith might have seen her value and queued in. He had been actively looking for a Luna for a while now; what else would be more valuable and powerful than a Luna that is also a Valkin Alpha like him with magical abilities? He struck gold," she said, sounding sad. Had she just confirmed that Scarlett is a Valkin Alpha?

He looked at her hopefully. "Explain please", her ears pricked. VilaBeau was her life. Even though Damont violently took it away from her, she vowed that she would one day have her revenge. But why was Frost willing to help her? "Your ex needs to see that you have moved on and are not interested in the company". This caused Vinca's face to flash up in anger. Why should she sacrifice her life's worth to some scumbag? If giving up her company is what Frost expected of her then he might as well forget it!!

Their intense gaze locked. It was a battle of dominance and naivety. "I said lower your arms," Kevin commanded, his unwavering stare fixed upon hers, demanding her surrender—but she did not. Seeing her reluctance, Kevin let out a low, angered huff, frustration simmering within him like a dormant storm. However, just as he was on the verge of taking matters into his own hands, his eyes caught sight of the angry bite mark that was prominently sitting on her shoulder accompanied by a smaller one on her neck. They were of the deepest shade of red.

He was a predator who like to play with his prey. “Happy birthday Madam. May god bless you with healthy life and all the happiness of this world.” Micaela wished her and all the time she felt the heated gaze on her making her inner self squirm in consciousness. Dare if she swipes her vision from the elderly lady towards him. She won’t.

he whispered, a world of fear for his loyal guard in that one name. Vincenzo, who had been lurking in the shadows, flinched at the first shot. "What the hell is that?" he demanded, his voice losing its smug edge, replaced by raw alarm. Helen smiled a triumphant, crazy smile. The sound of the battle was music to her ears. She turned to Pierre, her eyes gleaming with victory. "See? It's starting. Now, Pierre. Kill Calla and Vincenzo. Leave Killian. He belongs to me. Get rid of the unnecessary."

He raised his hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks and pulled her body closer to his for a tight embrace, “Oh sweetheart, I miss you so much. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me” Helen scoffed and shook her head not liking what she had witnessed. She then stood up straight and faced Queen Anastasia with no more fear in her eyes. “You are all so pathetic! You think this is over? Oh you are so wrong” Helen then walked closer to Queen Anastasia and whispered with a wicked smile, “It has just begun. And you are losing. He will return!”

"Have you committed the essences of the few contestants most likely to win this competition?" Helen grimaced. "I paid a significant price to get my hands on information about the popular contestants, including you. Of course, I would commit everything to memory. "No matter if the information would be of use and regardless of what form the preliminary round may take, I should make my preparations in advance." Helen must have remembered Chelsea's essence for her to have sensed Chelsea's appearance in advance. The forbidden technique passed down Helen's family line was indeed quite interesting. A few days later, after they'd killed a demonic beast that had achieved Extreme Mastery, three women

Their greetings were polite but distant, as though they feared choosing a side. Helen’s presence drifted everywhere, soft laughter in the corners, staff clustered around her, clients greeting her fondly as “Maria.” She moved like a warm breeze, gentle enough to appear unthreatening but strong enough to shift the direction of everything around her. Elena watched from a distance. Helen glanced up once just once and their eyes met. Her smile held no warmth. Just satisfaction. A message passed silently between them: I’m winning. Elena’s jaw tightened. She refused to lose. Not like this.

Helen walked quickly out of the arena. Audrey saw Helen and called out to her. "Hey Helen." "Oh hey Audrey." Helen said stopping on her tracks. "Adrian can you excuse us for a minute, I'll catch up with you." Audrey said "Okay, I'll be waiting over there." Adrian said walking away. "Is there something you want say?" Helen asked "Yeah, about the tournament I watched you. Why did you let her win?" Audrey asked "I thought about hurting her, deep down I felt like something unholy was trying to tell me to hurt her." Helen said

"The cries of the helpless, the despair of the weak—it's intoxicating, isn't it? And I want the ritual to be performed in front of Faith. I want to see her misery. Too bad, Kendrick can't witness it." Helen lets out a soft, melodic laugh, her expression a blend of wicked delight. "Indeed, boy," she purrs, her voice like silk caressing the senses. "With the energy of those innocent souls coursing through our veins, we shall become unstoppable. They all will bow before us, their futile attempts at resistance will be crushed beneath our might."