Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

Sherri paused for a moment, misunderstanding Adrian's intention. Adrian had inquired if she had approached him for a specific reason, but Sherri misconstrued it as genuine concern. She shook her head and responded, "My father had confined me to the house lately, so nothing eventful has occurred. But I heard there's a ruthless killer in Leafall. He's extremely dangerous!" Adrian awkwardly scratched his nose, realizing that he was the very killer Sherri had mentioned. "Well, you're not wrong. He is indeed quite dangerous," he conceded.

He looked at the side and broke the silence by announcing the new guest’s arrival. “The elder of Holmes is here.” Brett turned to his father, but Maxine could not. Her grip tightened around Brett’s arm when she heard that the Elder of the Holmes, the former Alpha of Holmes pack, is finally here. Adam stared at Maxine’s frightened reactions. This is the reaction he expected to see fro her, now that she walked right straight into the den of danger. “This is so nice to see you again, Lanceil,” Jericho Holmes greeted to his friend. “And of course, to the two Alphas in this party,” he added before looking at Adam and Brett.

"Mr. Holmes, Mrs. Holmes." After the greetings, he introduced Seraphina. "This is my wife, Seraphina." Mr. and Mrs. Holmes nodded at her warmly. Then, Mrs. Holmes smiled and added, "Seraphina and I actually crossed paths two years ago." "Oh? You know her?" Mr. Holmes asked, surprised. "Two years ago, when my father had that heart surgery at the Shadowfang Healing Center, Seraphina was Professor Bauer's assistant," Mrs. Holmes explained to her husband.

"You really think you're going to fit into Westmere after being thrown out like trash by Malcolm and Celeste, Darcy?" Sornk Mercer sneered, her hand bracing against the door frame of my private quarters in the Bloodfang Court. She tilted her chin, displaying the heavy silver collar studded with lunar-crystallized diamonds resting on a tray in her left hand. "You're a human. A flat-toothed, scentless, fragile little human who got kicked out of the Ashford Manor the second Piper walked through the gates. You think this territory cares about you?"

"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?"

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.