Hermes Novels & Stories

Taylor says earnestly as he holds out a small, beautifully wrapped box. “Aw, thank you. I am sure whatever it is I will love it,” I say knowing that Taylor is very, very good when it comes to surprises. “I hope so,” Taylor says handing my gift to me. I quickly tear through the shiny wrapping paper to find an orange box with the word ‘Hermes’ embossed on the top. Oh my, whatever is in here is bound to be expensive. I open the box slowly, savouring the anticipation. As I pull back the tissue, I find two identical tan leather wrist cuffs. The calfskin is butter-soft and the silver buckles glint in the light. As I turn one of them over in my hand, I notice some ki

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

"What is your name?" Hermes chuckled and took Freya by the hand. He kissed her hand and bowed before her. "Hermes, my lady," he replied, assessing her. "You are not bad yourself." Freya blushed and held my hand. "And this is Alpha Demontes, the Alpha of the Black Fur Pack, the biggest pack in the world." "I know all about him," Hermes sighed. "Even the things he doesn't know about himself. For instance, he's a coward and a prick. I'm certain he doesn't know that."

studied the symbols again. If this is a temple to Hermes, I need to remember what Andreas said. He is the messenger god, but also the god of merchants, commerce, eloquence,ferrying the dead, and he was also called the trickster god. Looking at all the symbols on the doors again, she took each of them one at a time. The door to the right had suns and swans. These were not symbols usually associated with Hermes, it was usually Apollo that was associated with them. Amaris glanced at the other two doors and decided that she was right and this door's symbols represented Apollo. She turned around and looked at the door to her

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

ODETTE Jericho set me down and gestured to our clothes sprawled over the floor, "Put something on," he said as he shrugged on his boxers and grabbed a hair tie from the pedestal to prop his hair into a top knot. A grimace twisted his handsome features when he noted the coffee which had spilled when he had been straddling me on the bed, fucking my breasts and mouth, "I'm sorry. I know you were proud of making that and I'm proud of you for doing it all on your own with no assistance required. I'll clean it up."

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

I whisper, noticing Hermes approaching our table. Hermes has always disgusted me. He has greasy salt and pepper hair balding at the top, a rounded belly that sticks out of his shirts that are at least two sizes too small, and long pointed fingers nails that look as if they've never been touched, but his smell, alone is enough to make anyone keep their distance. He smells like death, what I'd imagine a zombie smelled like. A scent that's pungent yet sickly sweet; imagine a rotting piece of meat mixed with a candy-scented woman's perfume. Whenever he's near, it makes me want to vomit. I have to recall my years of stringent trainin

He stopped to guage their reactions before he continued. "My name is rather not Poseidon. I am Hermes. The god of trade and languages. The god of translators and interpreters. I was arguably, the most clever of the Olympian gods, and served as messenger for all the other gods. I ruled over wealth, good fortune, commerce, fertility, and thievery. ... Because of my speed, he was sometimes considered a god of winds."

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.