Stephen Herondale Novels & Stories

After Sean returns home, Harvey and Caroline are left in the office. Today they have no intention of dating because they are currently in the presence of a detective, Dalton. Yes, a professional detective Harvey hired to find out about Steve. Harvey was sure that something was wrong with Steve. “His name is Steve Hans and he is originally from the UK. He owns a fairly well-known law firm here. Those who know Steve admit that Steve is a kind and friendly person. There's no record of a crime, everything's clear, but there is one thing that is suspicious.” Dalton pulled out a file and it was the call history.

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.”

a young man with blonde hair introduces himself and a girl standing beside him to Cole and Nikki. "Stephen, which pack do you come from?" Cole asks him. "I am a rogue, who just recently joined your pack," Stephen said to them. "Your full name is Stephen Knight, right?" Nikki asks him. "Yes, Luna," "Ah! I remember now. You were one of the rogues who was on our side when we were fighting with the Alok and Steven, right?" Nikki asks him. "Yes, Luna," "He used to inform every move taken by Alok and Steven to Ryan. No wonder the moon goddess chose him to be our son's protector, and I also know Daisy is Lucy's younger daughter," Nikki explains to Cole.

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."

“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.

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.

Stephan bent down and gently removed the amulet from around her neck, admiring its radiant glow before placing it on himself. He stood over her lifeless body for a moment, staring down at her as if contemplating what he had done, then turned away. Suddenly, a rush of wind stirred the air as Damien and Orionis appeared on the scene, their faces filled with urgency. Astrid had sent them after Matilda, knowing fully well that she couldn’t face Stephan alone. When Stephan saw them, he wasted no time. His form blurred as he shot into the sky, leaving them behind without a second glance.

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.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.