Winx Helia Novels & Stories

They had used specialized herbs to mask their Alpha and Gamma scents as they watched the procession pass below with cold eyes. Princess Helia was dressed in deep purple noble riding gear, sitting tall and straight atop a bay warhorse. She was only thirty-two—the peak of a Lycan's strength and power. However, perhaps due to the long journey, her aura felt heavy and sluggish. Her cold, beautiful face showed a weariness she couldn't hide, making her look a few years older than she actually was. "The male wolf on the black horse behind Helia is Damian," Caldwell whispered, his golden wolf eyes locked onto the dangerous-looking male.

"Very well then" Tyron smiles, slowly closing his eyes waiting for the final blow that would put him out of his misery. Moments pass but nothing seemed to happen "Am I already dead?" he wonders. Tyron slowly opens his eyes, and there standing in front of him was Helixia wearing a flowing white and silver robe. Her brown eyes had become pure white matching her long silver hair cascading down her shoulder. The Moonshaped birthmark glowing on her forehead. "Helixia? Is it really you, or am I dead".

Once everyone stood back I let Hela take control. "For those of you who have never met me, I am Hela, I am a direct child of Seline. I am here to assure you that every one of your loved ones whose lives were lost during this battle, will be welcomed into her arms and live side by side with their wolves in her moon garden so that they can watch over you. The Moon Goddess sends her sympathies and is distraught that she is meeting with so many of her children but she has promised that they will be in good hands with her. I am named of the Goddess Hela, the protector of the Dead, and it is my job to ensure that your loved ones are protected." I felt Hela push back and as always it made me light

Among the three of them, Zelix is more merciless than their father. Drelix saw Helix at the top of the big rock while looking up at the two moons. He noticed the rain had already stopped. He sat beside him while letting out a deep sigh. “Bro, can I ask you something?” he said. “Go ahead.” Helix replied. “Who is your mate?” Drelix asked. Helix sighed, and a smile crossed his lips, “It’s Damona.” It amused Drelix to see Helix smile. It’s been ages since he saw the genuine smile of his brother. He could tell his brother is in love.

She, after all, was the Luna of the pack who oversaw the repairs and recover from this disaster. Two people she assumed were the coven leaders stepped out of the second vehicle and approached. “Good morning. Thank you for being so prompt. I am Helena Harris, the Luna of the Black Dane Pack.” Helena stepped forward but didn’t offer her hand. It was a protection. Touching could transfer magic or poisons. If they wanted trust, they needed to build it up between them.

Helga said with obvious pride in her eyes. "And is he a good Alpha?" she felt the need to confirm Xavier's character, having experienced her first encounter with the Alpha and having observed the harshness and anger that Xavier had, especially towards his own brother, Rylan. "Oh, yes, Luna. There's no doubt about it," Helga assured her, the conviction in her voice brightening her heart. She was running out of things to talk about. Helga tended to be quiet, unlike her best friend Selene, who was more talkative. She hoped her friends would soon come to the territory of the Xavier pack to fill the emptiness.

She had absolutely no interest in magic. Helena tilted her head, staring at the bright moon. She wished she could talk to Axton. She wanted to go back in time, play freely with him. Now her heart is in doubt; should she take her revenge or help Axton release her siser's curse? “Hey, Helena!” said a man, Vale, a witch who can control fire and wind. “Hi, Vale. Did you just attend the worship service?” asked Helena. “Of course. Why aren't you there? I'm sorry to hear about Selena's passing.”

Heli’s Point of View I am the fifth prince of Regia Solaria, the youngest child of Vladimir Hath and Camilla Hera Lancaster, and the most powerful ice-wielder in Eldritch. I am handsome, charismatic, rich, intelligent, strong— every positive compliment there is, I am that. Most of all, I am brave. So why the fuck am I feeling nervous while sitting in front of two old human beings? Why do I have the urge to fidget like a goddamn schoolgirl who was facing their crush?

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Hana recalled the book Henry had given her, based on which she knew it was a Blue Or flower whose mission was to protect Helix fruit. Hana rejoiced in her heart; it seemed that her luck was not bad at all. Helix is a succulent fruit that has the aroma of pineapple. It has the function of enhancing physical fitness. It was what Hana needed most right now. To get the Helix fruit, you must first fool the purple flowers baring their teeth to devour Hana. She reached up to catch the mermaid's tears, then looked for an opportunity to throw them into the giant gaping mouth of the flowers. The flowers quickly drooped and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Hana carefully picked up the nearest