Hild Romane & Geschichten

“That is none of your business, but let’s just say that my father was a close friend of your people, and he would have been so disappointed in your lies. Athena is alive and annoyingly well. She teleported in just as I was about to kill off my cousin." “And who is your cousin?” Someone drawls from behind me, making me turn and scowl. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I ask him, sitting down. “I actually would very much like to finally know who you really are, Miriam, especially if we’re going to be fulltime hosting you.” “She is my niece, and you don’t need to know anymore than that Sean.” Hildra says, her voice ice cold. “Intruiging.” Sean says, sitting down. “So,

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

Lin nodded her head in agreement. "Now, who is this husband of yours?" Lin asked before she chuckled. I smiled before I realized how rude I have behaved towards Lin. "Before I answer that, I have another question. Please answer as honestly as you can." I said in a sincere tone. Lin nodded in agreement before I asked, "Do you like me? I mean more than a friend?" She looked down at her hands and looked like she was a bit embarrassed. "I did. Until I found out that you are gay." She said. I gasped and asked, "How did you know?" Lin looked up at me a chuckled a bit out of nerves.

She had already heard about the situation in the Dark Edge pack so she was not surprised to meet the scheming she-wolf. Anna watched the woman suddenly turn around to face her with a smile, pushing a white envelope with pretty intricate designs into her hand. “Hello, dear. I'm Hilda, the Luna of the Iron Crest pack. I'm throwing a party for my wedding anniversary and I would like you to come, is that alright?”

Hilde said sarcastically. Seeing Amora being cornered by his girlfriend, Henry immediately snapped at her, "Enough, Hilde!" Hilde's face turned pale. "Why? Do you like this woman? Do you know what she was like before? Just so you know, because of her, I had to transfer schools back then!"

Hilda elaborated. "So, I'm a Light Selene, capable of bringing people back to life?" I asked, shocked by the revelation. "Yes," Hilda confirmed. "Could I then bring back my adoptive parents and Kellan, too?" I wondered aloud about the possibility of opening a floodgate of emotions.

PRISCA Time seemed to taunt me as it passed painfully slowly, the fading sunlight casting eerie shadows across the room. The hours slipped by too fast, yet felt like eternity, each moment bringing me closer to the inevitable horror awaiting me tonight. Zion, the Demon Lord, had made it clear—he was going to take me, forcefully, and I had no way to stop him. Whatever drug was coursing through my veins kept me weak, helpless, and I had no idea how long it would last. Zion had left earlier, saying he'd be back before sunset for some twisted ceremony.

“I think so too. Everyone attests to how smart he is. He isn't one known to forgive either.” “Well, we'll keep our fingers crossed for now. My wolf is begging me to run but I don't have a good feeling about it.” Shelly gave me a side glance. “There's something special about your wolf. I feel for now you should calm down pertaining to letting anyone to see your wolf. I know the perfect person to ask.” “Who is that?” “Her name is Hilda, she is the librarian of the headquarters. She seemed to know so much about everything when we met.”

“But a long time after her death, all anyone could remember her as, was being called mad. Hilda the mad, that became her name.” “Mad?” I said, my brows furrowed. “The woman in my vision didn’t look mad to me. She looked angry and hurt, but not mad.” A shadow crossed his face and he raked a hand through his hair, sighing. “According to the stories I read, Hilda was a priestess. Back then, there were no witch doctors, only priestesses who could speak directly to the goddess without needing to do elaborate rituals like witch doctors have to do now.