Hermoine Novels & Stories

Lord Herod continued, turning to Emeriel with a warm smile, "you are in the presence of our first and ultimate ruler, the grand king." "Y-Your Grace, it is an ho-honor to be graced with your presence.” Emeriel swallowed nervously and executed a deep curtsy, her voice trembling slightly. "A human," Daemonikai observed, his tone neutral. It was not a question, but a simple acknowledgment. There was no trace of the disgust, anger, or hatred that usually accompanied such a declaration from an Urekai. Instead, his face remained impassive, his voice polite. "Yes, your Grace," Lord Herod confirmed. "I discovered her during one of my trips to acquire more slaves. She is a Syren, and we are deeply de

Hermoine isn't that tough by the time. I got up from the floor and my eyes were red like I had been bitten by a deadly animal. Hermoine was on the floor in a pool of her own blood while Eleanor still held that sharp knife in her hand. "You killed her" was all that came to my heart as I watched her take in very short gasps like she was going to do it again and again if need be. "She is a threat and she needs to go. This time we will have no pity on anyone who deserves to die", she wasn't even joking with the words and for some reason I didn't think she was doing anything that would hurt us.