Redbeard Sherlock Novels & Stories

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

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"The men we brought from Seardale have fought through blood and hardships. How can you not take someone from this city, where people scream in fear at the sight of blood?" "Hanson, you are not wrong." Beardo sighed. "The people here are kind and gentle. They can make headlines with a simple brawl. But it doesn't mean their police force is useless. Besides, Rebecca has been staying at home and hasn't been out much recently. That makes this task even more challenging." Beardo explained things with a helpless expression on his face. If possible, he hoped Rebecca could follow them back to Seardale too. After all, they spent four good years together.

It’s obvious that they spent the most time here, and in their rush, they dropped something. I spot it in the dust near a half-empty sack of oats. A single, small, hand-carved wooden bead. It’s smooth, worn, and drilled with a hole to be strung on a leather cord. It looks like a pup’s toy. I pick it up, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger. It still smells faintly of milk and panic. “What is that?” Marcus demands, stepping up behind me. “This,” I say, holding it up to the light, “Belongs to our ‘Redmaw spy.’” I toss the bead to him and he catches it, his brow furrowed as he examines it.

Take me to the nearest looney bin, people. “Please, come in, Alpha,” Red Beard said. “These are my guests, Agnes and Cassandra Browne.” Ohmigod! The man was beyond gorgeous. Imagine the guy from Vampire Diaries, the sexy, dark-haired one with his stunning blue eyes. Only this man was even hotter and more muscled. But not overly so. Lean and toned. I realized I was staring and snapped my jaw closed. He stepped right up to me and took my hand. I almost melted into his touch.

She turned to her side and glanced at her daughter. "Look after the Lady. I'll be right back." Rebecca said and quickly left the room. "Where are you going, Duchess?" Zita asked her but got no response. Rebecca quickly climbed down the stairs and hurried off to where Williams was. She stood at a distance and watched Williams. Thomas had kept an apple on the thief's head while Williams aimed his arrow at him. He let go to the fetching and shot the arrow. He flew close to the man's forehead and landed on the target-the apple.

’ she asked chewing rapidly on the bubble gum in her mouth; the eyes had no other option than to turn back to their chatter and beers. Making herself comfortable on a bar stool, Redhead ordered for a beer and started drinking smoking as daintily as she could to avoid denting her immaculately painted scarlet lips. She paid no attention to the eyes stripping her, they could all go to blazes for all she cared.

“Well, lucky for you, we aren’t working for Valdis. We are actually trying to catch the man who stole from you.” “What about the man with the red beard then, is there a reward for him? The blonde guy said there would be if we mentioned him to any others passing through?” Pearl growled, continuing to fight against my hold. We looked at each other. Is this a trap? “What red-bearded man? What were you told?” “Nothing!. He came through a few days before he other man and has the same black leathers as you, except he can’t speak. We assumed he’d escaped Valdis. He went east.”

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.