Stephen Herondale Novels & Stories

A tall figure stepped forward, moving effortlessly through the throng before stopping beside Stellar in an unmistakably protective stance. Stephen stood taller than Percy, his broad shoulders and long frame only adding to the sheer presence he commanded. Stephen had sharp, chiseled features and an aura that was both effortlessly refined and undeniably commanding. There was no mistaking it—he was impossible to ignore. The room fell into stunned silence. Then, hushed gasps and murmurs rippled through the guests. "Wait… is that Stephen Ward? The CEO of Brighton Group?" "The rising star of the industry? The one every major corporation is scrambling to partner with?"

As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her. But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned. “You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest. “Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”

’ Alexis then made arrangements for Stephan to take over while he was having a break. Stephan, Alexis’s cousin, had been worth his weight in gold over the past ten years. He was charming, polite, had boyish good looks and was everything Alexis professed not to be. He’d always been a perfect gentleman, in Carrie’s eyes, and that was something she suspected was alien to this tall athletic Greek businessman. Sadly, Stephan was going through rather a trying divorce at the moment and was still hurting over it, so Petros had informed her. A little knock came on the door.

“Who?” “Stephen.” I wiped my hands on a towel and walked out front. Stephen stood near the register, holding—good Lord—half of Cartier and a florist’s shop. “Hello… Hulk, how are you?” “I’m good, Miss Hernandez.” “That’s good. What brought you by?” I quizzed, confused at his presence in the bakery today. He set the bouquet, a lush explosion of deep red Ecuadorian roses, on the counter, then revealed a dark green Cartier box.

Raven looked closely to see that the awesome earpiece was gone from the CEO's ear, and her gaze shifted to the man beside him, Stephan. "What is it that you will gain in this Stephan?" Raven said to herself. And that was the first day. Were I met Terrance Ryle Borja, the one whom I'll expose was the man whom I had slight feelings for...

Emily mumbled something. Dillon averts his gaze and lets out a deep sigh as he shuts his eyes. Damn it! The alpha was nowhere to be found, and I had no idea when he was going to show up again. Dillon was thinking. Emily, the alpha is not in the area... he relayed the information. Emily diverted her attention to look in a different direction. "Do I give the impression that I am concerned about him?" Dillon sneered. "The answer is yes, as he was the one who discovered those medicinal herbs that were able to save both your life and his heir's life."

King Tyrone nodded at me for confirmation. I was dumbfounded. Spatial magic? I only knew one person who uses it. He must be the one behind this. Does that mean he was alive and hiding somewhere? Damn. I was careless. “There's only one person I know who uses spatial magic.” Stephen stepped in and looked furious. Well, some of his people were taken away by force. “Who?” everyone asked anxiously. “It's Damon,” Stephen answered while clenching his fist.

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

“I want you to meet someone.” I frowned and crossed my arms, ready for whatever sleaze she’d dragged home this time. “Who?” The front door swung open behind her, and my breath caught. Salvatore stepped in, tall and sharp in a black suit, that dagger tattoo peeking from his collar. His amber eyes locked on me, a slow and wicked grin spreading across his face, the kind that promised trouble I couldn’t dodge. My legs locked, shock rooting me to the spot as every nerve screamed for me to run.

Always the attention seeker, but this time he entered with a stranger beside him. A very hot one. Scratch that, smoking hot. Like I could see the smoke around him. My foggy brain was doing wonders on my eyes. "Good morning, class." Mr. Dale greeted, "We have a new student." He announced. "Tell the class your name." He said looking at the ‘Hottie’. Yes, I've nicknamed him. "I'm Valentine Fox," Hottie replied in a deep voice. I was certain that more than half of the girls in the class orgasmed at the mere sound of his voice.