Sherrinford Holmes Novels & Stories

I slowly turned away to hide before he saw me. “Hey,” he called out. Dammit! I slowly turned around and saw the guy approaching the house. He had a wide smile on his face with deep dimples on each cheek. “I am Aaron Whittaker. And you must be…” he said with a huge smile on his face as he stretched out a hand for a handshake. I scanned his face to see if he was someone who may have known me before like Hale and Gary but his face was far from familiar. “I am Addi-. I am Harper Holmes,” I answered

We were still standing at the front of his truck, with the garage doors still closed in front of us. A few feet off to my left, my eyes landed on a pink-ruby man with chin- length hair. He wasn’t particularly tall or strong, but something about his face made him look trustworthy. “Who the hell are you?” I demanded. “And why shouldn’t I kill you for listening in to a private conversation?” I didn’t know how he’d hidden himself; I hadn’t seen or smelled him nearby while I talked to Merrick. “Lenard Rhimes, mosquito shifter. Head of the insect swarms.” He held out a hand, which I didn’t shake. “I’d like to be added to your list of possible mates.”

"When did Bryce get married? Why didn't you inform us?" Sherry smiled. "It's been three years. The wedding will be held after some time." A middle-aged rich woman wearing a purple evening gown who was standing close to Holly looked her up and down, praising her, "You're so pretty, and you give off this sense of elegance. You're surely the daughter of some rich family, aren't you?" Holly's gaze dimmed. She was about to speak when Sherry grabbed her hand and said, "Holly's Winston Sinclair's granddaughter. Winston, as in the Master of Restoration, is an expert in restoring ancient paintings. She comes from a cultured family."

"It was a strong sedative. The whole plan was to bring you to him. He wanted you delivered here." Sherry was quiet for a moment. "This investor… this him…" She already had a name forming in her mind, but she needed to hear it said out loud. "Yes." The aunt's voice dropped. She seemed to shrink slightly, as though even saying the name cost her something. "It's His Lordship — Aldrevon Kaelhart." She exhaled the name like it left a bad taste. "That monster. It's him." Before Sherry could ask anything else, the door swung open. The female soldier from earlier stepped inside and scanned the room until her eyes landed on Sherry.

In the end, Damien stood over him with a calm breath, unshaken. Sherlock could not rise again. Damien’s sword had struck him to the ground from his neck, deep into his chest. His existence was wiped completely. Damien turned to see Orion and others dealing with his army. “Look at the doom you built with your hand crumbling fast. May your soul never find rest.” Damien cursed him before slicing his sword through his open chest and drawing it violently. Sherlock howled loudly in pain, the ground vibrating violently. Then, a great silence followed. ********

Carlisle shoved Fred to his knees in the centre of the clearing, his hands still held firmly behind his back. "Talk," Carlisle demanded, his voice cold. "What’s your pack and rank?" Fred glared up at him, his jaw clenched. "Fred Munuro, A theta in, Moonstone Pack. I’m a detective in Crescent City. I’m here investigating a case. Now, who are you?" "That’s Asher Montefort," Carlisle finally said, gesturing towards Asher. "The Alpha prince." Fred’s blood ran cold. The Alpha prince. He had heard stories and whispers of Asher’s power and his unwavering control over his pack. But Fred had never imagined he’d come face to face with him, especially not like this. He immediately bowed in submission.

As they left, Agnes came in. "But sweetie, nothing was wrong with those diamonds," Agnes said softly. Clarissa sighed. "They weren’t shiny enough. Mom, my husband is Sherlock Holmes, one of the richest men in the world. We’ll be attending an event, and Dorothy might be there—since her stupid husband is going to be nominated." "Baby, you already have everything. At this point, you’re already richer than Dorothy, so she shouldn’t be a threat," Agnes muttered. She had tried explaining this to Clarissa over and over, but the woman just didn’t get it.

Therefore, the killer of Sheldon was likely an evil Mystic wanting to become immortal! Someone who understood the Ascension Thirteen Needles, capable of pill refining, and was an evil Mystic—Chad thought of a possibility. The person who killed Sheldon was a member of Chad's family, the Jennings family! Chad clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger. He looked at the sky and said with hatred, "Bastards! Are you finally coming out?" Meanwhile, Sir Holt quickly found two soldiers with six toes. However, the feedback from the firmament was that those two had already gone missing, most likely killed in battle.

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”