Eudoria Holmes Novels & Stories

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“Damon Lockwood’s.” I turned my gaze toward the window, watching the wind stir the leaves just outside the estate. My jaw clenched. Of course. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I had seen it in her, Delilah’s shift. The softening. The way she began to look at Lysandra like she mattered. The way she began to speak slower, weigh her words, walk with more hesitation. And the way that made died. Everything just linked to something different. It wasn’t fear.

he said, looking at them. After the first introduction, Cordelia and Helios stepped forward. "Hi, everyone! I'm Cordelia, the daughter of Euphrosyne, the Goddess of joy, and Ares, the God of war. About my skills, well, I have the power to use crystals as a weapon," she said with a smile. "Your turn, Helios," she added, winking at him. Helios smiled back at her, a smile that suggested they became close during their journey. Everyone seemed to have improved their relationships, except for us.

He was dressed in a tiny, custom-tailored black suit with a white button-down shirt, looking like a miniature version of his father. Adrian smiled, effortlessly lifting his four-year-old son into his massive arms, letting Hayes rest securely against his broad shoulder. With his other hand, Adrian firmly gripped Lydia's waist, guiding her as the doors opened. Sitting at the far end of the long table was Eleanor Wolfe. She possessed an ageless, royal beauty, her silver-streaked dark hair styled into a perfect chignon. Her sharp, dark eyes—the exact same eyes as Adrian’s—instantly locked onto the doorway.

It wasn't black. It was a holographic recorder. I touched it, and the image of my mother, High Queen Elena, flickered to life. She wasn't at the Spire. She was standing on the bridge of the "World-Eater," her white-gold eyes filled with a terrifying, motherly pride.

"Godmom! You look more beautiful than the moonlight tonight!" Isaiah gave the kid a playful swat on the butt. "Alright, kid, fess up. Did your dad write those lines for you?" Sayer looked back at the stoic Elias and shouted, "Dad! Isn't she the hottest one here tonight or what?" Elias didn't flinch, but the predatory sharpness in his eyes softened into something rare when he looked at Trista. "Dr. Holmes's charm is legendary among the L.A. packs. Sayer is just stating facts."

Her dark eyes glinted with pride, the smirk on her lips as venomous as her master’s. Melody’s voice, honeyed but edged with poison, slithered through the stillness. “Well, isn’t this a lovely reunion.” She purred. “The brave Alpha, The Cursed one and The mute Puppy.” Laura’s fingers tightened around the sword. Her pulse pounded as the Goddess’s word echoed in her mind. «Her true name is Euthanasiá. She is the architect of the first war.» Melody tilted her head, lips curling. “Ah, so you do remember me, sister.”

I still can't believe Chynna, Is she allowed to lie to her patients? Aggravated, I walk to the couch, flip my laptop open, I click her name, and call unable to stop myself. It rings for a bit, and I begin to doubt her answering, how foolish of me to call her at this hour, she has a child, she's probabaly tir - "Viola." I still, I called, but still shocked. "Are you okay?" She asks, and I smile. She looks beautiful, peaceful even. "Fiona." I say with a gentle smile and an aching heart.