Edens Zero Hermit Novels & Stories

Grace swore and wiped the sweat off her brow with her pirate hat, “Tell the people to prepare to evacuate, we are on our way. We may have to pack them tight like sardines, but I think we have enough space to get them all out.” Warren and Jack looked at each other and nodded before they hopped in the cube van and sped off to help Herne. **** When they arrived at the school, Herne had already begun to load the children on the school bus. The children seemed to like the old hunter's gentle voice and listened to him. Grace watched him in admiration, “He's one of the good ones,” a mysterious smile played across her lips. “Theria, how are you holding up,” Warren asked, “His concern went beyond the

Lira’s voice on comms: “Sera, the ship’s sealing itself! She’s inside the grid!” Zero’s eyes flicked upward. Then glowed. Once. “Correction,” she said calmly. “I am the grid.” The ship moaned as pressure shifted across the decks. Doors locked. Oxygen levels rebalanced. Lights dimmed one floor at a time. But the hum wasn’t mechanical. It was breathing. Zero stood at the heart of it all, her bare feet leaving no trace, her eyes now fixed on Sera with something new behind them: Recognition. “You weren’t supposed to survive,” she said.

I stepped into the foyer right behind him, my silencer already tucked into my waistband, my own expression a tight, pale line of controlled fury. Silas stopped dead in the center of the living room. His eyes swept the space, ready to demand coordinates from Jonas, ready to rip the walls down—until they locked onto the bar. He froze. Eden was sitting on a high velvet stool, freshly showered, sipping a crystal tumbler of liquor, wrapped loosely in an emerald silk robe with her damp hair falling in dark waves down her back. Jonas stood between her legs, his surgical kit open on the counter as he applied a cool, medicated ointment to her split bottom lip. Behind them, a young blonde girl I didn'

“These past few months I have been working closely with your friend, Eden. He has not provided me with any co-ordinates, he made it clear that if he did, the witch would find out he is watching her so I had to get other Information from him. He told me his closeness to the witch, told me about her magic and about her undead nature. Piecing all that together I was able to establish the timeline for her birth, death and rise from the dead. As well as where she has been to learn her magic. It turn out…” “Em, Zulu, could you hold that word for a moment?” “As you wish my Luna.” He bowed his head, in courtesy. I flash him a loving smile, then I looked towards Zephyr whose eyes were already fixed o

“Listen, maybe we should deal with your unconscious biter first? And since when did she start biting you like a rabid dog? Is this some new kink I had no idea you developed or what? I’m lost.” As I rambled off, a slight smile spread across his lips. Lucius still held the goddamn head as he approached me and slapped his hand on my shoulder. “Eden isn’t exactly a human, if that’s what you’re asking. I think this proves my point for all those times I repeated she was special, no?”

It won't budge. Eden held a blade with a black handle in her left hand and thrust it southwards, in a counterclockwise motion, until she closed the circle with ca crackling fire. I couldn't escape if I wanted to. “Oh, Great Goddess Lyssa, Daughter of the Noble Nyx…" she recited a spell, her brown eyes turning black. "Aide me in my journey for immortality and prosperity." Amelia, London, and Slyvia reached above their heads, joining Eden around the circle, chanting along.

The Ridge was reacting to the storm. The Hermit’s Trial From the shadows of a higher cave, an old man emerged. He was dressed in furs and held a staff tipped with a glowing Vance-Global sensor. This was the Hermit of the Ridge, a former lead scientist from the Ark who had chosen exile over the "Consensus." "The Ridge demands a sacrifice to settle the static," the Hermit croaked, his eyes milky with cataracts. "The indigo is hungry. One of you stays to ground the charge, or the ledge collapses and the boy goes with it."

“Good morning, Imani. How are you?” “Good morning, Dr. Hemsworth. I’m as good as I can be. I’m eager to finish the tests so I can be released.” “Wonderful,” he beamed, pushing a cart full of viles into the room. I cleared my throat at the rancid smell of humans that permeated the room. “Oh, my Goddess. What are in those bottles?” Imani asked, pinching her nose. “What does it smell like to you?” “That human at Eden that Judge Jackson killed.”

She picked up her tray, the glass vials clinking against the metal. "The phone is pre-programmed with one contact," she said, her voice dropping back into a professional, detached tone as footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway outside. "When you reach the sedan, hit send. He’s waiting for your call." She turned toward the door, unlocking it with a quiet click, then paused, looking back over her shoulder. "Don't lose faith, Sera. The nightmare is almost over." She slipped out into the dimly lit corridor, disappearing into the shadows like a phantom.

Eden pulled Bella out and went to buy some herbs. Every herb, every vial she pulled out made her heart pound faster, but determination surged stronger, she would not let Ishira fall into the hands of anyone, no matter how powerful. She has no time left! She needs to make the potion and get out of the territory and run somewhere far away!! As Eden was preparing the potion, suddenly the sharp buzz of her phone shattered the silence. The screen lit up from where it lay on the desk between them. Unknown Caller. Eden’s stomach turned to ice. Unknown caller? Who would call her now?