Erha Novels & Stories

I wondered if she knew either of them but the look of distress on her face and the way she clutched my arm tells me she does. “Reeva’s missing?” she almost whispered the question. “Shit. How long?” “About three weeks” I say cringing because we know how bad it is that it’s taken this long to come to our attention. “She’s Leo’s cousin” Nova says with unshed tears in her eyes. “he is really close to her and we were friends when I was a child” “Wait” says Peter looking puzzled. “If she is cousin to the pack Alpha, was she from a good household?”

A single word, flickering through every console, every satellite, every piece of Mira’s forgotten design: > ASTRA.ROOT

And even without trying, she looked seductive to want to make her mine. “You are not useless,”I said with a straight face. She stared at me, warmth flickering in her eyes. Her fingers twitched as she pressed her lips together and blinked down on her feet. “Now go! Go change your clothes,” I cleared my throat, brushing past her as she looked down on the flour covering her apron. “I will,” she muttered. Breakfast came a little later than usual, but after I had taken breakfast, I left for work. My drive to my company was smooth. Soon, I got to my head quarters, Krull enterprises, it towered over the city skyline, almost hard to miss even if you weren't looking into details.

“Looks like they’re logging in.” Emily turned away from the window. “Stay calm.” “Always.” A new voice entered the audio channel. “Good morning.” The accent was European. Leah whispered. “That’s Erik Lindholm.” Daniel recognized the name immediately. “Former energy minister. Now Argent advisory director.” Billy muttered, “Of course he is.” Another voice joined. “Morning everyone.” Leah checked her notes. “Margaret Ellison.” Thomas leaned forward slightly. “She used to run the Atlantic Infrastructure Commission.”

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

She murmured. "Its K_12234." "Its designed by Kahil Enterprise. It is very hard to hack. Say almost inhackable." "We need to try." "Val, I know we need to but when someone tries to hack into it, it triggers the alarm set on the devices connected to it." I took a deep breath. "Okay, tell me the password requirement for it." "It needs an 8 letter password, 1 Uppercase and 1 character mandatory." "Royal Beta's name is Caine. He has two children. His mate is Fiona. What's his and his mate date of birth and his children as well?" I asked her.

Lethe was confused; clearly she didn’t find her statement humorous because it’s the truth. Ms Reina began to speak, "I’m really glad about the way everyone handled this revelation. It’s now time I tell all of you the truth. As you all know, Lethe here is responsible for reincarnating Eris into me. The reason behind her ploy is because Moros and Eris have struck a deal and decided to raise Tartarus. Moros, being the daemon of doom, thirsts to witness destruction and chaos while Eris, the goddess of strife, can’t wait to see the mortals suffer. Together, they will release catastrophe over the mortal realm. Eris is the key to raising Tartarus; as the queen of Asphodel or also known as Dalaket,

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

I grasped the key in my pocket, my finger trailing over the dark marble as I followed Camille and Helena. "What room are you in, Rachel?" Helena asked, her light voice echoing down the hallway. I frowned at her before replying, "I have no idea." "Look at your key, they have numbers on them." Camille chuckled, pulling her own out. Camille's key was different from my own, small and silver with the number three etched in a seafoam blue. Eying Camille's unique key, Helena pulled hers from her pocket. Helena's key was bronze, the number eleven sat on the key. The number was the color of amethyst and was raised from the dark metal. While Camille's key looked brand new, Helena's seemed old and worn

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.