Heart of A Killer: A Hellen Fantasy Short Story: The Fireheart Fantasy Series, #2.5

By Connor Whiteley

Hellen hunts criminals. No matter the cost.

She knows the Killer's back. Hellen hunts someone from her past. She must find him.

Can Hellen find the Killer before he kills again? Or will be past come back to haunt her?

If you love fast-paced urban fantasy short stories with a great mystery adventure twist. You will love this short story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Sep 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201090272

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

HEART OF A KILLER

It was happening all over again.

Hellen knew that as soon as she walked inside the damp mould covered wooden house with its small box like rooms. Hellen knew exactly where everything was here. From the little kitchen with a broken constantly dripping tap in the back to this main room that served as a living, dining and bedroom.

She frowned a little as she stepped over a mouldy broken plate in the doorway and she went inside further.

Her massive wooden stick tapped gently against the floor that crumbled with each step she took. Kicking up all sort of nasty things into the air. 

Hellen took a few more steps as she stood on something that made her foot slimy and wet.

Inspecting the little house, a memory of her playing in here as a child with some of her friends sprang to mind. It was a lot nicer back then and this was a house that wasn't reduced to ruin. How times change. 

The sound of the constantly dripping tap still went on in the background as Hellen remembered how disgusting that water tasted all