Bird Of Hermes Novels & Stories

studied the symbols again. If this is a temple to Hermes, I need to remember what Andreas said. He is the messenger god, but also the god of merchants, commerce, eloquence,ferrying the dead, and he was also called the trickster god. Looking at all the symbols on the doors again, she took each of them one at a time. The door to the right had suns and swans. These were not symbols usually associated with Hermes, it was usually Apollo that was associated with them. Amaris glanced at the other two doors and decided that she was right and this door's symbols represented Apollo. She turned around and looked at the door to her left. It had peacocks and crowns. Now she was in the palace of

His words were sincere, and there was no falsehood or pretense in them. The man who had been speared through offered no reply. His long hair covered his face, hiding his general features, yet the slight shifting of his hair showed that he was still breathing. He was topless, displaying his bloodstained torso with greatly atrophied muscles. Attached to his spine were two small stumps that had already healed. These stumps were the remnants of his wings. For this man was indeed Hermes, the Messenger God famed for his blinding speed and lighting fast strikes!

Hermes was celebrating with the victory he earned and the honor that the King bestowed upon him. In a moment came the guard to him. “We found the woman ye ordered us to find and there is something odd on her, my lord.” “What is it?” “ She was casting spells in the valley where we found them.” Hermes let an amused smirk before he walked towards the exit leaving the party on his honor. “Tis shall call a double celebration. We just found a witch.” His eyes blazing with mischief. “ And witches are meant to be burnt to death.” ***

Everything about the place was breathtaking, from the perfectly lined pathway lights to the distant hum of the automatic gates. I was still taking it in when a low, throaty rumble filled the air. Hermes appeared at the far end of the driveway astride a black motorcycle—sleek, powerful, almost predatory under the lights. He was in a matching dark leather jacket, black jeans, and aviator shades that caught the faint glint from the driveway lamps. He stopped right in front of me, the engine purring low as he slid the shades down his nose and met my gaze.

"So, any questions?" I thought for a moment, before deciding to ask that thing I wanted to clarify first. "What are we called?" "We are the Feralis. The descendants of The Four Godly Beasts," she answered almost immediately. We soared up higher into the night sky, which made me glance at the crescent moon that seemed so close, yet so far. When I turned my eyes ahead, I ran into a cloud which made Morris laugh. "By The Four Godly Beasts, do you mean the vermilion bird, blue dragon, white tiger and black tortoise?" I wondered and shook off the dew I got onto my wings by accidentally going through a cloud.

But its tail, made up of feathers longer than its body, was what the witch admired most. Dhara's mouth was wide open, and her eyes shone with wonder at the creature that had appeared in the sky. The witch's usually haughty expression had completely disappeared, replaced by childlike joy. "They call it the Ho-o," murmured Augustin, unable to tear his gaze from the young woman's face. "Is this the Vermilion Bird?" asked Dhara in a whisper. "No, it is not. Ordinary mortals confuse them, but I assure you that the Vermilion Bird lives up to its name. Look, this one has feathers of different colors..." the vampire patiently explained.

He whined, “Please, you’re the only one who can help me. That doll…” “What doll?” “You remember how we went hiking the other day? And there was this temple at the back of the mountain…” He muttered to himself, “Here it starts again...” His voice got softer as he spoke, and he sounded moments away from breaking down, “I bought a doll that looked like me…” Of course, I remembered this. The monk told us that if he gave the doll to the right person, he would be blessed with a happy relationship. I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.”

“What good does it do? Hermes is gone. He has no other chance. I will be their protector. I will make sure that they understand where they come from. Hermes was a man with many faults. As you know. He betrayed you, and I do not take that lightly. But he was... In many ways, the best of us. He was funny, and he was... ”He faltered and then I catch a glimpse of what he had been trying to hide. Guilt! That mountain of a man. The first show of emotion she had ever seen in him. Other than when he was inside you... “I know,” she said. Because she did.

“She’s a goddess. Immortal. She can be hurt. Banished. Crippled. But not killed. She’ll reform eventually. Hopefully by then, all of this is over.” Oh. Cool. So we’re about to royally piss off an immortal murder-butterfly who’ll come back someday and probably want revenge. No pressure. “I can’t directly help you,” Hermes continues. “No god can attack another. Plus, they still don’t know I’ve switched sides. The longer we keep that quiet, the better. But I can give you something.” He lifts his hands and spreads his fingers wide. A jolt of hot electricity shoots through my body like I just licked a lightning bolt. Everyone around me reacts the same—some stagger, some gasp, one of the witches n

Eli laughed and let his wolf run free. As Hermes rounded the bend in the trees, he suddenly caught a scent. It was the tastiest scent ever. Almost like Melody's warm apple pie as soon as it came out of the oven. Hermes's mouth began to water. Every fiber in his being screamed to find where the scent was coming from. Hermes slowed down the closer he got to the scent. As he peered through the trees, he noticed a small stream. Standing near the edge was a beautifully naked woman. She looked around the same age as Eli wondered who that could possibly be.