Irene Novels & Stories

My guards stepped aside and a woman entered, moving like a shadow given form. She was dressed in sleek black from head to toe—fitted trousers, a high-collared coat, and boots that didn’t make a sound as she walked. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back like dark silk. Her expression was calm, composed, almost too perfect. Around her neck hung a single obsidian pendant etched with glowing silver runes. She stopped a few feet from me and offered a shallow bow. “Lord Hades,” she said. “I am Irene. A witch, and a loyal confidant of Gamma Celeriac.”

Ramon gestured. They obliged. The woman stepped forward and was in my personal space within seconds. "I almost did not believe when news got to the temple of your return." Her hands cupped my face gently, and her eyes shimmered a bit. "I run." "She is Irene," Ramon said. "Irun's reincarnation." "My apologies, your highness." Her hands left my face as she glanced at Ramon. "The joy in my heart nearly overwhelmed all sense of reality." "The likeness is very striking." She returned her gaze back to me.

Her silver braid rested over her shoulder now, and the lines around her mouth deepened as she gave me a knowing look. “My name is Irene,” she continued. “I am the healer of this part of Bellarium.” Her voice carried authority, but there was warmth beneath it. She did not rush her words, nor did she pity me. She simply observed me, as though she had been waiting for this moment for years.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

She walked toward the Siren, the man scrambling backwards, staring at the witch with wide eyes. “That’s not possible!” he cried “no one has ever broken the hold my venom gives over them!” “First time for everything”, Lena stated “as is this. Ignis”, she flicked her fingers at his sleeve, setting it alight. The Siren cried out, frantically slapping his hand over the flames. “Now, unless you want me to burn you alive, I suggest you get out of town: tonight”, Lena threatened. She and Dawn watched the blonde haired man got to his feet and run away, scared. The brunette turned to her best friend with a grateful look on her face. “Thank you Dawnie for helping me”, Lena said “and I’m so sorry that

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.