Hermit Edens Zero Novels & Stories

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

My name is Mercury Roderick. I have been mute since childhood. I was told by my mom that I didn't cry like other babies when she put me to bed. Instead, I had stare at her with my big baby blues, and my lips quivering slightly. Then I grasped her finger and broke into a toothless grin. Something which stunned the doctor, nurses and my dad.

Meave Delaney was a completely different person in the light, but come dark, she becomes Eve. I stared at my real self through the reflection. There are some secrets better left unsaid after all.

After stroking my eyelashes with his thumbs, he leans down and touches his forehead to mine. "Are you going to come back to me?", he whispers. More shuffling goes on all around me as more footsteps pour into the room. A lot of hands touch various parts of my body, scratching me in places, squeezing me in others, saying things that make no sense to me, as the sound of pens scribble on paper. After a few minutes of being poked and prodded, Akida comes and confirms that I'm responding to stimulation now. She congratulates Zion for my return, and scolds him for looking so gaunt, at the same time. Akida truly cares for him, even if he can't see it.

Third, natural light from outside an open stone balcony flooded in, brightening the entire room. There were no stalagmites or stalactites like the area I jumped from, and I thought maybe this fae hermit placed an enchantment all over his lair to make his stay bearable and presentable. Either that or this was really the product of that long enlightenment journey. Slowly, I advanced to the inner room where wooden furniture with eccentric designs stood. Far ahead, I saw a hearth already lit up with logs and an old man who I assumed was Calahiem stood and faced it. Dressed in Ehnrelil’s typical white robe and a brown cincture around his waist; holding a wooden staff that looked overused and what

She was an expert in finding all his sensitive parts of his body and that was her favourite. Ezekiel drowned in euphoria. Her little actions were enough to send him to the edge. " I want to feel you deep inside me as I milk you to the last drop." She was an expert in talking dirty and that did nothing to help, it only fanned the flames of desire in him leaving him in her Mercy.

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

The clock chimed. At the last toll, the embers collapsed, and the grate was cold. Isabelle lifted the serpent key—a replica of the latch’s eye and slipped it into the sketchbook’s spine. With a hushed click, the book’s cover sprung forward, revealing a shallow cavity. Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver.

His eyes narrowed, the faint glow of the screen painting shadows across his cheekbones. “Give me her number.” I rattled it off so quickly I almost stumbled over the digits. He entered them without hesitation, some encrypted program opening. His jaw flexed once before he exhaled. “She has a locator turned on,” he said. Hope flared in my chest, too bright, too fragile. “Can you get to it?” He glanced at me, something close to offense flickering in his expression. “Of course.” The map blinked, loading, then a dot appeared. Not moving. Stationary.

Seeing he wasn't responding to her touch,she shook him with much vigor. "What about my mother?" She turned to look at Raven. He didn't respond but turned his gaze towards the floor. "Don't tell me...." She rose with amazing agility. "I want to see her,I want to see my mother!" She shouted. Raven turned and led her out of the room. She followed suit as tears cascaded down her cheeks. What was she to do now? Who was going to lead the Midas pack? She was only twenty one for goddess sake. She had no experience whatsoever; how was she to lead a whole pack? Worse still a plague was killing members of the pack.