My Hermes System Novels & Stories

“She’s a goddess. Immortal. She can be hurt. Banished. Crippled. But not killed. She’ll reform eventually. Hopefully by then, all of this is over.” Oh. Cool. So we’re about to royally piss off an immortal murder-butterfly who’ll come back someday and probably want revenge. No pressure. “I can’t directly help you,” Hermes continues. “No god can attack another. Plus, they still don’t know I’ve switched sides. The longer we keep that quiet, the better. But I can give you something.” He lifts his hands and spreads his fingers wide. A jolt of hot electricity shoots through my body like I just licked a lightning bolt. Everyone around me reacts the same—some stagger, some gasp, one of the witches n

, He asked unsure of my behavior now towards him, Oh now I get it, I forgot to say him where the file placed. "Oh sorry, it skipped my mind to say where it is, now go towards the shelf consists of pile of files and just move the files of second rack beside, you can see a maroon painted wooden piece which is in shape of rectangle just press it inwards", I said him waiting to do it, after listening the sounds of moving files and clicking the wooden piece inward, I continued "so you can a secret locker now press the number key I dictate and you can get the file you want in it, it's 142916", I said him, my pass code, which I maintained for everything because this can never be hacked due to high

she said. "Let's go there now," Ashley said, taking Larisa's hand. They got back into the car, and Ashley drove to the New Huxley Shopping Mall. As Ashley parked her car in the shopping mall parking lot, Larisa looked around in awe at the massive structure of the New Huxley Shopping Mall. They made their way inside, and Larisa was immediately struck by the bustling crowds of people shopping in every area of the mall. She couldn't believe her eyes as she realized that the shopping mall was owned by her ex-husband, Marcellus Huxley. The memories of their past flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and discomfort. Despite her emotions, Larisa tried her best to put on a

Because I don’t care how many times you go through labor—there’s always fear. And on top of everything, there’s still the prophecy. Lucifer is back, and I still haven’t told my mom. “Where are they?” I pant as the contraction eases. Hermes is quiet for a second. “On the road. About two turns from the hospital.” I nod, lean back against the pillows, and breathe. A cool cloth wipes sweat from my skin, and I smile with my eyes closed. “Thanks, love.” “You don’t have to thank me, asteráki mu,” he says gently. “You’ve got hard work ahead. I’ll do anything I can to ease it.”

She closed her eyes and gave in to darkness. "Hermes, she is unconscious. This is bad." Hermes narrowed his eyes as he examined her. His eyes went round and his mouth fell opened. "Is she.....is she dead?"

Hearing his voice was the only thing keeping me sane lately. "Hi baby, how's your day going?" I answered sweetly, temporarily pushing my troubles from my mind. But Hermes skipped the pleasantries, his voice tight with urgency. "Is Len with you right now?" I recoiled, unease swirling in my gut. "What? No, why do you ask?" "Just tell me, is she there or not?" Hermes demanded harshly. Stung by his tone, I shot back "I don't know, Hermes! What's going on?"

Hermes said, his voice commanding like he wasn’t giving me any other option. “How is she able to make that sound? No wait, how do you know she’s the one and not someone else or some animal.” I asked. Hermes looked at me questioningly asking if I had lost my mind to ask such a silly question. He tried to kick start the car once again as if knowing I wasn’t going to go anywhere and it went alive. He spun the car around in another direction and started to drive it as fast as possible. The speed in which the car moved was a lot lesser than before but it moved nonetheless.

It’s beauty is exquisite. My gaze falls on the tall redhead in the center of the room. He’s dressed in jeans and a green button down, sleeves rolled up. “There you are! The Goddesses have been waiting for you. I’m Hermes, I’ll be escorting you to where you are needed.” He smiles and extents his arm for me, his voice is warm and full of soul. I take his hand and let him pull me up to my feet while I study his face. Grey eyes with fine lines around them from laughter, straight nose and big, full lips, accentuated with a sharp jawline. He has to be somewhere in his late thirties.

"Mrs. Hamilton, I've been looking for you!" Someone exclaimed, "I recognize him. He's the manager of Great Season Mall!" Larissa asked in surprise, "Who are you?" "Mrs. Hamilton, I am the manager from Hermes. You purchased a Hermes Himalaya bag with engraving services from our store yesterday. We also prepared a VIP card for your friend. "From now on, you can enjoy VIP services at any Hermes store worldwide. I neglected to give you the card yesterday and have come to deliver it personally today. Please accept my apologies for the oversight."

Hermes said, as he pulled out a phone from his pocket. “Hernandez.” Hermes said, as soon as he picked up. “I have a job for you and you have to do it as quickly as possible.”