Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

"You're such a bitch, Victoria Rosewood! How dare you bring back some random bastard's baby after your three months of 'intensive courses' overseas?" I gripped my sheets tightly until my knuckles turned white. "This was our child! You knew that I went to Germasia for an intensive course on the latest cardiac surgery technique—" "Intensive course?" Nicholas suddenly yanked my hair and flung his phone in my face. The screen displayed a photo of me and my medical assistant, Dean Houston. The photo had been taken from the back, so only our backs were visible. "You lived with him for three months! Did you think I was blind?"

The appearance of the "Seraphina-Skin" was the ultimate "Mod" of the human heart. Silas stood paralyzed, his gold-veined wolf form withdrawing into a state of terminal vulnerability. He looked at the woman who had faked her death thirty years ago and then sacrificed her solar-resonance for him, only to see her now as a "Premium Restoration." She was beautiful, her skin a flawless ivory shot through with veins of mercury-silver, but she had no scent. She was a "Hollow Asset," a high-definition lie designed to bridge the gap between Silas’s grief and the Collector’s market.

My lips parted, and in a barely audible whisper, I asked, "She... She died?" Ate Yolly gave a firm, rigid nod. "My mother uncovered the Sison family’s darkest secrets, the details of their crime syndicate. She was planning to flee and report them, but she never got the chance. Archie's parents murdered her. I took this job and entered this house for one reason only: revenge. I am not a prisoner here, Raegan. I locked myself in this living hell purely to execute justice for my mother." My hand instinctively reached out to hold hers as I watched her entire frame shake with repressed fury. The eyes that were usually filled with maternal warmth were now completely icy and venomous.

Eric sneered and asked, "Where are you from?" Cordelia obediently answered, "Auqania, the Crimson Flame Cult headquarters." Eric pressed further. "The brute in the Majestic Hotel, who was he?" Cordelia answered, "He was a convict sent by the High Oracle, Mr. Dorian Haynes." Eric muttered, "Dorian Haynes… so that's his name, a convict of the Crimson Flame Cult. One last question. Where did you take Shiloh?" Cordelia opened her mouth to answer, but she suddenly let out a scream. Her face even contorted as if in tremendous pain.

Nosy Dick—or rather, Agent Richard Jones—sat at Christina’s Black Forest table, stripping off his black leather gloves like he was settling in for afternoon tea. Snow dripped off his blue puffer coat in mournful little puddles. Wolfie eyed him suspiciously from her spot by the fire, giving the occasional low grumble just to make sure Dick knew where he stood on the guest list.

They easily held her down. Andrew shut his eyes and took a deep breath. At that moment, he finally understood what he truly wanted to protect. The room fell silent. "Still no news of Eleanor?" he asked. When the answer came back negative, Andrew silently turned and ascended the stairs. He opened the door to the master bedroom. The air still carried the scent of Eleanor—his most familiar scent. It was tinged with the refreshing aroma of bay laurel. He approached the bed and softly ran his fingers over the pillow. He could faintly sense her lingering warmth. He carefully picked up a silver wolf hair that had fallen onto the blanket and held it in his palm before gently caressing it with his th

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

The shadow stood above me laughing, making fun of me while he waved to me. “Now, just relax”, he takes a clean swipe across my face with his claws. I can see my blood spilling over his long nail when he licks the blood. “More, I want more!” He shouts as he leans towards me, looking straight into my eyes. The dark cavities where her eyes would have to be filled my body with fear. His smile slowly became a smile of dentition. His teeth were sharp, his mouth resembled a shark's mouth with rows of teeth. The hand in my mouth comes out and falls on my knees, blood covering the hand with no life. The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the gr

Nor was the business he did more important to him than those drinks. He thought this time he could run me over, except he couldn’t. I wouldn’t let anyone get me down, especially him. I took care and took a very good look at what he tasted like and discovered he was only missing one bottle. It was a bottle of brandy from the year he was born. There was only one example in the world that I had obtained. I knew that opening it in front of him was like setting fire to it alive. He wanted to put it in the only empty spot on the shelves of his collection. I had to admit, my sadism was reaching an all-time high, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Seeing my enemy at my feet was my greatest satisfaction.