Bird Of Hermes Novels & Stories

The golden metallic wings on either side of his head glinted in the setting sun when he heard a rumbling noise ahead of him. Hermes listened intently till he was certain. Something was racing towards him. But what— He suddenly looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of the large white structure that rolled right over him and above the trees. Using his speed, the god ran after the structure which he then discovered was headed for the little buildings at the foot of the mountain next to the edge of the forest. It was the outskirts of the city’s slum neighborhood—the favelas. Hermes’s quick brain had already worked out the potential disaster that the rolling structure would cause, especially

She shakes her head without stopping to stare at us. Without saying two words, Hermes takes control, and we transform into our wolf form, which differs from that of the twins. My wolf is dark gray on the back and the face is white. He has one green eye and the other blue. The fur is long compared to that of other wolves. We always talked to the guys about how different Hermes was compared to my family’s bloodline. Betas are big, but they never equal alphas... Hermes is equal, both in size, skill and strength.

× Trix × Hermes is completely distracted by his women. Scratch that, he is distracted by the flock of giggling, preening admirers that cling to his every word. It’s borderline pathetic, but he’s basking in the attention like a king on his throne. His weaknesses are so blatantly obvious, and it’s almost laughable. If this is what keeps him complacent and entertained, I’m tempted to encourage it. Still, watching their conversation feels like some kind of medieval torture. Each giggle, each flirtatious touch to his arm, drags this interaction out longer than it has any right to be.

"Vermilion Bird?" White Light was shocked to see the blue firebird appear above Long Chen. It was one of the ancient beasts that was very close to fire. If the Phoenix had eternal life and could be reborn from fire, then the Vermilion Bird was a true bird that lived in the fire itself. They were familiar with various types of fire, including hellfire. In fact, the Vermilion Bird's fire was said to be even more powerful than the Phoenix's own fire.

Swisshh. "Vermilion?" said the ancestor or grandfather of the Three Xie sisters. "Not just ordinary vermilion, but a figure comparable to the Phoenix god!" added the woman standing next to the ancestor. Hearing the woman's words, the ancestor frowned, suddenly realizing that the Xie family was truly bound to the Phoenix. Now they could see the true form of the Vermilion bird, known as the fire bird, whose power was as strong as that of the Phoenix. It was even said that the Vermilion bird could be reborn from its ashes, just like the Phoenix.

There was an intensity in her voice, forbidden loyalty pulsing under her words. I shifted ever so slightly, hoping to ease the knot in my stomach and quell the fear coursing through me. Maybe if I was fortunate enough, this tension would dissipate, and they’d focus their attention elsewhere. But before I could catch my breath, Hermes spoke again. “I don’t intend for anyone to come to harm here. We have to find a way to break the cycle of violence.” His words dripped with desperation, which only made me more apprehensive. “That wolf deserves a chance at life.”

Without even knowing, my hand left his sister’s hold and I took a fearful step back. “I’m highly disappointed in you, Hera,” he shook his head in dark disapproval. “I never expected this from you. You of all people should be helping me instead you’re going against me.” “Calm down, Hermes,” she said in a fearful, tearful attempt to calm him, but I doubted it would work. He was like a man possessed. Twice the devil he was. “I’m only doing this to help you. Everything I have been doing all while has only been to help you and nothing more. You can’t keep a pregnant woman hostage. You’ve got to stop with this madness…with this obsession you have with her. It’s never too late to make things right.

The sunbird appeared in ancient amulets as a symbol of rebirth and immortality, and was associated with the period of the flood of the Nile, which was believed to bring new wealth and fertility. The Greek historian Herodotus wrote that priests from ancient Heliopolis described the bird as living for 500 years before building and lighting its own fire. The bird's offspring would then fly from the ashes, and carry the priests to the altar of the temple in Heliopolis. In ancient Greece it is said that this bird does not eat fruit, but frankincense and aromatic gum. He also collects cinnamon and myrrh for his nest in preparation for his fiery death.

Sal suggested. I couldn't help but glare. "Some people don't want to relive their past. I only did it for Ricky." I stopped and waited, looking around. The others gathered, wondering what I was sensing. "Someone's coming. But we're not in danger." I waited until I saw something flittering distantly in the sky. "Is that, that can't be Hermes." "Who?" Sal blinked. "Hermes, from Olympus," Kira replied. "Messenger of the Gods." I shook my head. "Hell could really use some educational courses."

Loukas had known the evils of Aszül after the thing with his Mother, but when Hermes had filled the air with the herb and touched Loukas, he was a goner. For years, when Loukas knew that Leonidas needed to study and would no longer require him every second, he returned to his island, a Hermes looking like Leonidas awaiting him, the Familiar yet deadly smell of Aszül in the background. At that time, Hermes was the only one Loukas laid with but after a while, he vanished, leaving a now addicted to Aszül Loukas who laid with men just to fill the empty soul that Hermes had abandoned him with.