Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

he rolled his eyes, he noticed his breathing was becoming calmer. "You hate him that much?" "I don't hate my brother " he shunned her. "Are you sure about that?" she leaned close to him, and said slowly with her eyes glued to his eyes "Tell me you don't hate him" Austin was supposed to be feeling angry, but staying this close to Tasha, always aroused some kind of feeling within him he was yet to understand. His eyes went from her eyes down to her lips, it was moist as ever and he could smell her. He always wondered what was so special about her, why he saw her and not other ghosts. He swallowed hard and attempted to lean backward, "Don't, answer my question Austin '' she leaned forward again

“That's for Rose that you killed.” Adrian scuffed and turned around to see all his men down. “You shouldn't have burned down the organization.. How do we get Emma's antidote？” “You mean these antidote?”Aunt Doris said, flipping an half used bottle up for him and everyone to see. She push herself up and durst herself. “You have forgotten that i was a very skilled thief. If you had remembered, you wouldn't have let me charged toeards you first.” Emma clasp her hands around her mouth in surprise. Luna Mitchell too smiled standing up.

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

The building sits isolated and dead, like a haunted forest, yet I can see it is alive with something dark and dangerous. The doors open, and the scent hits me first: warm human sweat, the faint tang of perfume, and underneath it all, coffee, pine, and lavender, something soft, yet unmistakably potent. Fenrir’s ears twitch; the wolf growls low in warning, though I shove the sensation aside. It smells lovely, but I shake the feeling quickly. A familiar voice breaks the tension. “Ulric Wolfhart.” Madam Sherry. Poised. Elegant. Wearing a red dress that hugs her form, emphasizing her curves. Her dark hair frames a face trained to command attention, and she smiles faintly as she approaches.

With that, she stepped out of the office, leaving me gobsmacked. Grayson didn't say anything as he stepped out as well. I was reared back to reality by Andreas’ call. “Yes, Andreas?” “I found out your wife’s identity. She is the lost daughter of Harrison Stafford. Her name is Sheridan Stafford. Not Maurene Crawley. Harrison is the Lycan King.” I froze in place. What?

The wounded gasp, the horrified widening of the eyes, the recoiling as she thought about everything she'd done to me and let – no, encouraged, even demanded – me do to her. Whatever happened after that, it would all be worth it. Pinewood was one of those groaning old estates that seem out of place in modern America. It had been the Hollister ancestral home for generations. Technically, I guess it should have been mine. My real name was Winchester Sherman Hollister. The only son of my father. The last of the line. I made sure I acted awed and impressed as the sleek little car roared up the long driveway toward the house. Mindy smiled smugly, but I thought there was something off-kilter in her

Her wailing continued once the door closed, though it was muffled. One of the remaining therapists, a dark-haired male whose wire rimmed glasses made him look shrewd and analyzing, seemed more than willing to drop a client or two for the Luna’s younger sister. I might’ve hired him off his resume alone if it weren’t for the onyx shade of his hair and the severe way he pursed his lips, both of which reminded me of my father. If the sight could send me tumbling backwards through time, back to that bloody battlefield, then I wondered what it would do to Holly.

"You'll do fine, Ophelia has been talking you up to everyone since I took you upstairs." She laughed but I could tell that her confidence was back. When we walked into the kitchen all eyes were on us. "Adalyn you’re awake", Ophelia squealed and ran over to engulf her in a hug. "Ok my dear don't suffocate her", Jamison says as he peels his mate off mine. "Now I can introduce you to all the people that I consider family", I said as I swept the room. "The two by the refrigerator are Mercer and his mate Elodie. Mercer is a very old vampire and Elodie is a Jinn. Those two over in the corner are Ezra and his mate Calliope. Ezra is a very old and very powerful dragon shifter and Calliope is an elem

She had never seen him so worn down and fragile. Seraphine approached him and greeted him respectfully, "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Professor Holmes." Ernest responded with a lazy smile. Looking at Seraphine before him, he was awestruck by how much she had grown to be as beautiful as young Andrea. Her delicate features shone even through her casual outfit. Her cool, composed temperament made her stand out. He chuckled softly. "Only you still call me a professor, Sera." She sat across from him and ordered a milkshake, while he ordered a latte. Their conversation soon turned serious.

Still, I forced myself to speak, my voice hoarse, broken. "What… do you hope to achieve from all of this?" Sherelle simply sighed, as if bored, as if my question was too simple, too predictable to be worth answering. When she opened her mouth, something unexpected came out. "Lorien." She called the name lightly, like a sweet invitation, and from the shadows of the dimly lit corridor, he appeared. I sucked in a sharp breath. The man— if he could even be called that— who emerged was otherworldly, beautiful in the most haunting way.