Stephen Herondale Novels & Stories

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

"Elara Vance is a dead asset on a corrupted registry, Father. You can't liquidate a ghost." The Sovereign Alignment Julian slowly stood up, releasing his hold on Arthur's shoulder blade. He stepped away from the hearth, his towering silhouette immediately blocking out the orange glow of the embers as he walked toward the desk. The sheer, muscular mass of his presence was a heavy, suffocating weight in the narrow space, but the toxic terror that used to paralyze me in his presence had transformed into something dense, magnetic, and unbreakable.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

He stood and offered me his hand. The sensation I felt as my skin touched his, was electric. It felt like every inch of my body was alive, hairs were standing up on the back of neck. The warmth from his touch filled my body. He moved my hand onto his arm as we took some steps off the veranda side. At the bottom of the stairs was a small path to a hedgerow with a small gate. He opened the gate and gestured me through, first. On the other side was an unbelievable site. The gardens seemed never ending in the lowing sunlight, paths curved in and out of flower beds and arches. Small lights began to turn on along the path sides with the sun lowering. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, jus

“You back for round two?” Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. “Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards.” My smile got wider, “Daddy’s boy knows how to do research!” I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious. “I know exactly what type of a person you are!” Stephan continued holding his ground. “Yeah? What type of a person are you?” I was up in his face now. “The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?” I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.

Stephen, however, was oblivious to everything but the woman before him. As he traced the contours of her face, memories of happier times flooded his mind – the laughter shared, the whispered confessions in the dark. Delilah, once vibrant, now lay still, a mere shell of her former self. Yet, the inexplicable power of their mate bond seemed to weave a restorative magic. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Stephen's shoulders. He knew the healing touch he possessed, a gift passed down through generations, an inheritance of supernatural lineage. His fingertips worked wonders, erasing the visible scars, but the emotional wounds lingered, buried beneath the surface.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

She shared a lot of things that they did on their vacation and explained how they organized a charity event for children's education and showed me a photo of Her, Kevin and Harry. My eyes fell on the particular photo of Harry where he looks so matured in his white Armani Suite. He was holding a red whine and talking to someone, who seems in his mid-Fifties. They both shared the same features as he was a mini version of him. "Quinn, who is this?" I pointed a finger at the man who was standing with Harry. "He is his dad and my uncle, Mr. James Brooks," She answered. Why does the name seem so familiar to me? "Sheila, what happen to you?" She asked noticing my confused state.

There had to be a mistake. As we reached the side of the room, the man disentangled from both of us. Looking at me I see an awareness of who I was. He was breathtaking. He had dirty blonde hair slicked back, hair you could run your hands through. His eyes were a breathtaking silver color that sparkled under the lights. He was over 6 ft tall compared to my 5’4” stature he was a giant to me. He was all muscle and looked like he was in his mid 20’s. I wonder what he thought of me when he looked at me. Holding my hand out and smiling, I introduce myself, “I am Beta Lily Thompson from the Golden Moon Pack.”. As I said this the woman who was with my mate smirked. Looking at her I gave her