Bird Of Hermes Novels & Stories

I snapped at him venom lacing my voice. I heard the flapping of wings and since the front door was left open, a bird flew in and landed on the dining table. Hermes didn’t say or do anything at all. Instead he stood to his feet, his eyes still trained on me and walked towards the bird, taking the note that was in its mouth before it flew out. “From your step mother.” He pointed waving the note at me. He unrolled the paper and read the contents out loud. “Surrender the girl or you die with her. No one survives it when they double cross and betray me.”

I whisper, noticing Hermes approaching our table. Hermes has always disgusted me. He has greasy salt and pepper hair balding at the top, a rounded belly that sticks out of his shirts that are at least two sizes too small, and long pointed fingers nails that look as if they've never been touched, but his smell, alone is enough to make anyone keep their distance. He smells like death, what I'd imagine a zombie smelled like. A scent that's pungent yet sickly sweet; imagine a rotting piece of meat mixed with a candy-scented woman's perfume. Whenever he's near, it makes me want to vomit. I have to recall my years of stringent training under my father's wrathful gaze to keep a straight face when h

"Reflection enables us to evaluate the experience, learn from mistakes, repeat successes, revise and plan." -Sherry Swain- *** The large black bird flew across the sky and landed on top of the railing on the balcony where Herod was standing. The bird reported everything he had observed for the week and told him about everything he witnessed. Herod listened in silence and took a deep breath as he released the bird back to do its job. With a reassured gaze he walked toward the living room to find Josephine who was practicing her blood magic on several pinky mice on the ground.

The old doctor approached him and said in his rough, ancient voice, “Mr. Gomez, I’m Pyre Hermes, the doctor you appointed.” Jeremy went still for a second. Pyre Hermes? That did not seem to be the name of the doctor he appointed. Wait, wait, Pyre Hermes? Pyre meant wood for burning a corpse, and Hermes meant a message… A message about the fire? Jeremy’s eyes lit up as he turned to observe the person more carefully, only to discover that he was somewhat familiar. He grinned discreetly to himself, but his face remained expressionless. “I’m counting on you, Dr. Hermes.”

However, at this moment, I am so cold that my teeth are chattering. I scan the area and notice that the vegetation is lush green. The birds, most of them look rare and exotic. For a moment, I forget about the cold and stare at the wildflowers, mesmerized. Everything about this place is so beautiful. I pick up a daisy and stick it in my ear. Just as I turn around to go sit under a willow tree that is also blooming, I hear a whisper. "This would look good on you your Highness." I turn around and gasp at the sight in front of me. Hermes is sitting comfortably on a stallion and is adorned in a Knight's regalia. His handsomeness as me gawking shamelessly at him. He looks otherworldly. Ethereal.

“Oh Hermes, you seem lively as ever.” Hermes hunched even smaller upon hearing that snickering voice. “Don’t be like that. Am I the kind form of the parasite that makes other people go ballistic?” Shadow picked her ear, her dead eyes gazed straight into Hermes. “Or am I capable of unhinging my jaws in a cartoonish fashion and swallowing you whole?” Hermes shook his head, instinctively answered her. His body was currently screaming fight or flight mode, yet he couldn’t even move an inch.

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He was lonely, and changing. Hermes, still messenger of the gods, and Zeus’ favorite messenger, often graced the palace when he wasn’t with his mate whom he lived with in Bergarian. Notes upon notes of request if Parisa had even an inclining of where his mate might be. Hermes, sworn to secrecy, he could not elaborate to anyone else except my mother. Father was enraged, because Hermes’ powers could only do as he was told to send secret messages amongst the gods. Did mother eventually tell father? Of course she did, and to me as well.

Len quivered, his voice laced with trepidation, causing Hermes to let out a hearty chuckle. "Ah, the thrill of fear. It's alright to feel it, my friend, but it's a crime to let it paralyze you," Hermes declared, his words dripping with confidence. Without another word, he leaped off the mountain's edge. "Hermes!" Len's panicked shout echoed through the air as he sprinted to the edge, his eyes scanning for any signs of broken bones. "Woah!" The bulging of Len's eyes upon witnessing Hermes' smooth landing confirmed that it wasn't as daunting as it seemed.

I clicked on Dana's message to reply. To Dana: I already noticed you so don't be mad :) She immediately reacted angrily to my message so I just laughed. To Anna: They say people who judge so much in others' life die easily? Don't worry, I will visit you at your grave! I have another thought to say so I messaged her again. To Anna: Btw, satan is on his way there! He just called me earlier, congrats! To Erika: Don't act like innocent, I know you're better than me... that's what your exes say. Be careful, don't leave the house because there are giant d!ck waiting for you :)