Irene Sherlock Gnomes Novels & Stories

"You will see. I am not on the wrong side." Brinn gave him an incredulous look. "Well, one of us is." The spymaster fingered the last burst ball in her hand and moved toward the experiment shed. "Follow my lead," she ordered. ————- The dragons' flames seemed to burn forever. The one who had spawned the unnatural flame had been young and her flames exceptionally potent. The dirt itself was burning. From beyond the flames, the gnomes had heard two quick explosions and then a time of silence before a third boom. The flat-nosed gnome shifted uncomfortably but did not order anyone to investigate. He was unsure how far the fire penetrated into the earth.

She had to hope that the scent of the thousand spices and illegal concoctions around them was enough to drown out the smell of a hybrid and her marked friend. In the dense, perfumed fog of Alchemist’s Row, a figure no taller than a fire hydrant watched them from the shadow of a stall selling pickled manticore eyes. His name was Gnash, a gnome with skin the color of a cured ham and a vest full of brass gadgets that ticked with a rhythmic, nervous energy. He was currently on his fourth cigar of the morning, the thick, pungent smoke curling around his oversized ears. Most in the Half-Market ignored the duo,just two more girls in hoods,but Gnash was a connoisseur of "Others."

Irene unclips the helmet, the breeze blowing her hair. “Irene? What are you doing here, dammit. I told you to stay hidden.” “I am not leaving you here to die, dummy.” She says, coming to stand in front of Gia and the darkness. “Leave him alone, Dom.” He steps forward. “Are you going to kill me with your petty powers? Look at me, I am a Primordial Wolf too, isn’t that your powers? Killing Primordial Wolves?” Irene and I both freeze again at the same time. How in the hell does Dominic know everything? So, he’s a Primordial Wolf? Why am I just receiving more surprises than I can barely hold today?

Wren said, shaking his head. “Oh, that isn’t all. Did he tell you that he named the gnome?” “No, and I’m afraid to ask. What did Max name it?” “Norman. Norman the gnome, both his desk gnome and the one your team captured are named that.” “There is something wrong with him,” Wren said, laughing. “You will get no argument from me on that, but it gets better,” Lindsay said, smiling. “How?” Wren asked with a worried look on his face.

The morning after that day, Irene learned that Eithan was temporarily sheltering a kid rescued from the desert base of the organization. As for Agatha, she checked on Misty again, only to find that she was still unconscious. Lastly, Brienne Middleton, Irene's older sister went to Crypto for a meet up with a higher-up of the mercenary association she had contacts with last time. After the talk which mostly had to do with Irene, the woman ended up toyed in bed by that higher-up called Mr. Gomez, another promiscuity system host.

“There are some other things mixed in it too.” “What kind of something else?” She shrugged, looking confused and worried. “I don’t know.” That scared me more than anything. Irene knew almost every poison commonly used in werewolf territories. "That is what I want to find out," I said. "Are you up for an adventure?" Irene smiled, a familiar glint of mischief returning to her eyes. "With you? Of course I am." She stood up. "Let's go to the lab and check." "Don't you need permission for that?" I asked, getting to my feet too.