Erha Novels & Stories

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."

That send a pang of relief through my chest, one that lessened the pain of my throbbing shoulder wound. “I have an idea.” She heaved breathlessly, pulling something from the backpack slung over her shoulder. “No---” I heaved, ready to tell her to save herself. My eyes widened when I noticed the bottle of shimmering, green liquid in her hands. “It’s green fire.” Helena exhaled, her eyes were wide and almost giddy with excitement when they darted up to my own. “The label on the shelf said, “Endless Flame.” She held the bottle in her hands as though it were an infant, cradling it as though it might shatter in her hands.

"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.

Instead, she helps people. Despite her young age, Eries is an accomplished businesswoman. Ameira didn't know it at first. It was October 26, 2006. Eries was created as she had been invited by the Chairman to celebrate her birthday. Maybe her parents run a business, which made the Chairman see Eries' potential. Her mother and father are skilled in business, they never neglected it. She doesn't know when she started having this illness either. One day she discovered she had already killed someone with her bare hands.

Come to my office first thing Monday morning to discuss further, and clarify some things that didn't make sense due to your alcohol intake. Oh, and drink lots of water today. -DK Just then Cole returned with my pills and water. "What's wrong Kyla? You look like you saw a ghost." I looked from my phone to my friend, my eyes widened in shock. "Cole... I emailed Dakota last night- or I guess super early this morning. What the hell is eleDATE!?" "You don't remember sending that?" He asked, "We were all pretty excited about it actually... which in hindsight it probably wasn't the best idea to actually contact Mr. Kramer while drunk."

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

A stunned hush fell over the room, the weight of her words sinking into the stone walls. I swallowed hard. Lunar Alpha. “The Lunar Alpha?” Elden repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Elara stood, meeting their stunned gazes with unshaken resolve. “Yes,” she said. “The power of the Moon flows through me.” I exhaled slowly, watching as the Elders exchanged uncertain glances. Their rigid composure was cracking. Then, she turned her sharp gaze to Raven. “And I know the truth.” Raven’s expression shifted. “You are the leader of the hunters,” Elara said, her voice steady.

Chapter 9 Hannah's POV The air in Sarah’s condo was thick with the scent of hairspray and expensive perfume. It was a far cry from the salt-tinged breeze of the island. Sarah was a whirlwind of energy, darting between her vanity and the full-length mirror, her laughter echoing against the glass walls that overlooked the city. ​"Hannah, stop fidgeting! If you keep biting your lip, the lipstick won't stay, and we spent twenty minutes getting that shade of deep rose perfect," Sarah scolded, though her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

“Herbal bath with grilled locust. Safe, clean hundreds of times more industrial products. This holy pot of water in the city runs all the markets, supermarkets can't find enough ingredients like in this countryside. Daisy was too tired from a long journey. The eldest brother personally cooked the pot of water to discharge bad luck and release air. You’re only goods to be enjoyed, used the leftovers. A once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity should be cherished." Instead of using a sponge to scrub. Here, we're using loofah instead. Natural products, high quality. Convenient, versatile, inexpensive, environmentally friendly.