Danmachi Erebus Novels & Stories

Andreas informs me, tilting the screen for me to see. "Then we need to finish up and let the bodies give them a warm welcome. He's not giving my fucking guns to those bastards ," I say, wiping my knife on the dead man's body. I can't say I am surprised that Erebus is working with La Cosa Nostra, we've never been allied with them. He scrolls through the tablet searching for more information on the sale. "Any names listed?" I inquire, wondering who is the name behind Erebus within Kyklos.

His lips curved slowly, knowingly. “So,” he murmured, tilting his head, “my sister left you to your fate, Lyra.” Cold slid down my back. “Who are you?” I asked. My voice didn’t shake. I barely recognized it. His smile deepened. “Erebus.” The name struck like a blow. It carried age. Dominion. It pressed against my bones, demanding space. “Your doom.” He vanished. One blink empty air. The next him. His mouth split open wider than it should have, his tongue lashing out, sharp and gleaming as it surged toward my throat.

She headed back to the desk, interrupting Nick and Kimber’s obviously intimate conversation. It was still early in the day. She hoped with everything in her it would be over soon. Kimber gave Madchen a shy smile, and got herself ready to transport a pt to CT. “Taming the wild dragon, are we?” Nick leaned into her ear. “What, no!” she exclaimed, realizing Nick was referring to his moody brother. “I just explained a few things to him. He’s not used to these Servos, is all. You know how it is,” she shrugged, “They all do the same thing, with different knobs and buttons,”

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

She's my life! Sophia's face flushed red. Just then, headlights swept across the restaurant's facade, and a sleek, black Mercedes pulled to a stop. A man stepped out, leaning against the car door. It was Mateo.

We were just outside the conference room when a voice called out. “Alpha Orion?” I turned, my brows furrowing as I took in the man standing a few feet away. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same commanding aura I recognized in seasoned Alphas. Something about him felt familiar, yet distant—like a name I should know but couldn’t quite recall. He smirked slightly. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I squared my shoulders. “And you are?” “Draven,” he said smoothly. “Alpha Draven. Alpha of Emberfang Pack.”

David replied as he nudged her shoulder gently. “So your favourite thing isn’t the big ass mansion attached to the beach?” Tamara chuckled. “Well there’s that too,” David admitted with a smile. “But it’s a little bit more than that,” “What do you mean?” Tamara asked as she turned to David. He paused and blinked. “Sorry you unnerved me for a second. I’m sure I’ve told you this before but your eyes are soo…” “Green?” Tamara supplied with a laugh. “Yeah emerald,” David chuckled. “But more than that. They’re familiar,”

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

The men are bare chested, chalk markings on their biceps and forehead. I stick close to Anna and Mariam in the crowd, anxiously waiting for the competition to begin. The park is divided into three tribes. The Kitonians, they are the largest tribe in the kingdom, consisting of betas but mostly omegas. The Dradonians, they are the smallest of the three tribes and are magically powerful. The last but not the least are the ruling tribe, the Gomorians… I am of the Kitonia tribe. “Sis, I don’t think you should be here.” Cassie whispers from behind me. It is her first hunting today as well. “ don’t think I care. I just don’t want Mum shouting at me for not looking out for you.”

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***