Herschel Novels & Stories

she clasps her hand together looking at me with interest. "That's it! Alex you wasted my and my mates time, this witch can't help us. Kill her or do whatever you want to do with her. We're done here Celeste" Theo barks angrily, he grips my hand but before we can move Hera's words stop me. "How strange is it, that in the dark nights we find our light" my breathe gets caught in my throat, I loosen my grip from Theo's hand. Hera looks through her nails as if she said nothing, my heartbeat quickens.

Although they were all in the same sect as Herschel, they never knew that he was this powerful. Wasn’t this the equivalent of a godlike attack? After the sword fell against Alex, Herschel snorted softly. He didn’t even look at Alex. In his eyes, Alex was already a dead man. Indeed, from everyone’s perspective, Alex must be dead. He wasn’t making a sound, and he wasn’t breathing. In fact, his heart wasn’t even beating. At that moment, Luna felt her heart aching in pain. “Kill them all!” “Leave this demonic woman to me!” Herschel ordered the people from Hygieia Valley. After that, he turned to look

she whispered before jumping up with an eep covering her chest. “H...Hesione…” she stammered, eyes focused beyond me. I looked in the direction she was and saw Hesione standing by the entrance of the bathe brown eyes hazed with desire, leaning on the wall with her hand under her dress, obviously having been touching herself. “I… sorry...I…” she flushed almost as red as her hair before darting away. “Great…” Eurymedusa sighed.

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

“Ancestral God Herschel’s real name is Herschel Theophanes. He’s from Mount Heavenly Path. I won’t go into detail about his identity, or else I might scare you.” Danielle began to share a bit of information about the Ancestral God Herschel. James caught onto some crucial information and asked. “He’s from Mount Heavenly Path, and his surname is Theophanes. He must be related to the Macrocosm Ancestral God, Hadad Theophanes, right? Is he Hadad’s son?”

She gasped. Her breath hitched as her eyes took in the jaggered scar that lined up from his chin and ascended above towards his right eyebrow. It was long, dull and brown. She winced at the thought of the pain he would have faced. “Name, girl?” He yet again asked, irritation embedded in his words. Parting her lips, she croaked out, ” C-Cel.. Celestina.” He hummed in response. "Do you know why you’re here?"

I exclaimed. Alec then sat across from me and said, "Master has decided on giving you a personal assistant. Someone who will run errands, cook, clean, or even drive you around if needed." I stared at him with a frustrated look because I knew this must have been his idea. I don't want an assistant nor do I need one! I am not a child that is in need of being taken care of! Alec pulled out his iPad from his bag and said, "I have a few candidates from a staffing agency we've worked with in the past. I think they should be our first-" Alec stopped talking once he noticed my red face.

Forever and Always, Your Humble Author, Astylynn

I have low pressure which increases and balances it. “Your seat is here, Miss.” The butler showed us our reserved seats. “Thanks.” I muttered while taking the seat opposite to Evelyn. “What do you want to order? Heavy or light?” Evelyn asked, glancing at the menu card. “Creamy macaroni with more cheese, please. I'll have the desert ordered later.” I said, still glimpsing at the menu. “I'll have the same. I would like rosé wine. What about you, Amy?” She looked at me.