HelaSvart: St. Patty’s Day
“You’d think an Irish party would have more Irish music,” Hel said, glancing about the ballroom with boredom. “You’d …
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HelaSvart: I’ll Be Okay
Hel stroked my hair as I cried into my pillow. “Why?” I asked softly, “Why did she have to leave …
HelaSvart: Edge of my Dreams
“Do you know who I am?” the woman asked, her bi-colored skin offset by the lilac blue of her dress. …
HelaSvart: Scarves
“I really could use a scarf,” I said, huddled in my coat. Hel laughed and flicked one of the horns …
HelaSvart: Hel’s Bells
It was time. The hall was bedecked in the finest of silks, banners hanging from the ceiling between each …
Dead Bite
The darkest parts of the night hide things. Man has always feared the dark, fearing monsters and madness, fearing …
HelaSvart: Falling
Blackness was all I knew. If I stopped falling, if I tried to catch myself, I would be lost. A …
HelaSvart: Marshmallow
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Hel said skeptically as she pushed the marshmallow onto the bamboo skewer. …
HelaSvart: Mistletoe
“I have a present for you,” Hel said with a smile. She drew me through the halls of her castle …
HelaSvart: Rest
“You probably should come to bed,” Hel whispered in my ear, arms draped over me. “It’s nearly four a.m. love.” …
Son of Hel 