Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Oh my god, Xavier is going to kill me. 'Will you ever shut the fuck up. You know I can hear every fucking word you say! Our mate will not reject us. Just calm down' my wolf, Blake yelled at me in frustration. No shit, Sherlock. You're in my fucking mind. 'I heard that' if I could see him now, he would be glaring at me now.

Was he serious? 'No shit, Sherlock.' She muttered in her head. His eyes seriously roamed her body and then swept back to her eyes. "See what you've caused to your body? Why would you spy on me?" His tone was calm but held this dark edge to it. She shivered slightly. "I... I didn't. I..." "Your Majesty?" The voice of a guard interrupted her statement to defend herself against the Lycan's accusation. "It had better be good or I'll have your arms amputated for interrupting my private moment with my mate."

' 'Just… a quick… nap…' Darkness swallowed me whole. I heard snapping, growling, and howling around me, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t open my eyes. I was trapped in nothingness. Iris… Where was I? What was happening? Iris… Someone was calling me. Someone needed me. --- "Oh my gosh, Damien! She’s losing so much blood!" "No shit, Sherlock! That’s why she’s in the hospital!" "What did you do with the rogue that did this to her?" "I killed him. My wolf reacted immediately. There was no other option."

He drawled lazily, increasing the excruciating pressure and Sherlock winced. "Hell! Bastard! I remember when you stepped on me back in highschool cause of your fuçkin bitch. You did that cause of a nobody? You ruined the fuckin bro code, and started chasing after some mere pussy. That was your first mistake and that's why you'd never ever find your mother's and sister's grave....Ugh!" He breathed loudly. Antonio's eyes were madly red as he listened, veins popping in his wrists as his hands itched him to end the motherfûcker once and for all, but instead, he listened wanting to hear every word like confession coming out of Sherlock's mouth.

-What things? -She found out what you and I do, who we really are. She also... - He cleared his throat. The story had already started off on the wrong foot, and the bad thing was that it could always get worse. -I also told her that Anne is dead and it's because of you. - Then Brahim's lips spread into a Machiavellian smile. -What will happen now? -What will happen now is that you will help me keep an eye on her, while you remain silent. I can't continue with her little game of Sherlock . Holmes or he will discover something more compromising.

Wales mystical holmes Episode 19 Written by ibikunle charis Episode 19 I was silenced as soon as my neck snapped and my body dropped to the ground, making a loud thud on the ground. He stretches his hand and draws out my soul from my body making my whole bones snapped. He brought out a jar and opened its lid, then forced my soul inside the jar before closing it tightly. He walked away from the scene and made his way out of the mall.

Watson turned to look at the figure of the girl slowly disappearing in the depths of his eyes, he laughed; If there were really good people in this world, wouldn't there be no more policemen like you? Sitting up, he took the robe in his hand and smelled the scent on it. Looks like a scent of lily; The scent was so pleasant that it made Watson fall in love. To be honest, Watson had never seen a lily, at least he couldn't distinguish the flowers in the world, but for some reason, when he held this thin cloak, he could feel the scent on it, he knew immediately that this was the scent of lily. Watson was fascinated for a moment, and then quickly got up, looking for an apartment to spend the nigh

Full, pouty lips made mocking kissing sounds as their owner's chin was still being held in place. Of course, the slight tremble of her jean clad legs told a different tale. One Hollis planned to write using her snarky dark haired lover's high pitched screams of pleasure later on once they got back to their room. For now though, she just smiled sadistically. "We'll see if I can't change your mind, West Coast."

I suddenly realized that he was staring at me and I swallowed nervously. “Is there something on my face?” I asked. He nodded and reached out a hand to touch my face. The light brush of his fingers on my cheek wasn't something I was prepared for and I was forced to inhale sharply at the sensation. “I'm sorry if I startled you,” he murmured with his eyes still firmly locked on my face. “You are not just a werewolf, are you?” I queried and was surprised to discover that I was slightly breathless. “No shit, Sherlock,” he murmured in an amused tone. “What a great discovery!”