Story Of Herobrine Novels & Stories

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Two weeks Later Silea stood in the dim hallway, her fingers curled tightly around the doorframe. It's the 3rd time after that night..The sight of Herman cradling Aurelia so gently—like something precious, irreplaceable—burned into her eyes. Her breath came out shaky and shallow. That should’ve been her. That was supposed to be her. But she was abandoned by her parents who saw her worthless.. Herman might have adopted her but only because he wanted a company for his daughter..

- I am Greg, by the way, and you are? - Katherine. - The woman answered, shocked at how quickly he was able to change the subject. - So what happened to you?- He asked another question. -Do you care to elaborate on that? I am not sure what you are asking about. - She said smiling mischievously. - You are reborn, so how did your previous life end? Accident? Battle?- He looked at her carefully. - Murder. - Katherine replied, shrugging her arms. - What happened to you?

"You could never have. I'd cut off the connection, and what you saw on the surveillance cam was an act. The report was also a fake. The STD wasn't transferred, but I ingested coffee tainted with your blood by accident. I was forced to take PEP for two weeks to prevent transmission." I turned my eyes to the dumbstruck Donald. "Besides, you've already found a new host to… leech from." Then, I strode off before they could say anything. The weight that'd been haunting me was finally gone. I booked a flight for Astermis. It was scheduled for tonight, and I had some packing up to do. … While I was sampling local food in Astermis, Donald bombarded my phone with message after message. 'Cynthia, you

**** I didn’t plan to go to Hera. My feet just took me there because I was freaking desperate. Her place looked the same as always, run-down, flickering sign, cracked concrete, the kind of motel people drove past and pretended didn’t exist. Nothing about it screamed power. Nothing about it warned you that something ancient and vicious lived inside. I knocked anyway, and the door opened slowly. It was one of her girls. She recognized me immediately and allowed me in, leading me to Hera’s chamber. I waited for a bit before Hera came out.

Deep down, my insides ached to be next to him, but he didn't want me right next to him anymore. "How did you become a rogue when everything was going so well?" I asked. Damien handed the book back to me. "Werewolves from outside of the pack started joining, a few of them started problems with the inner workings of the pack. My father was not as strong as my great grandfather. He succumbed when they challenged him and eventually murdered him for the pack. That's when I left along with the rest of the hybrids that were going to be killed because we were different." His voice was distant as he spoke like the memories were too hard to forget, so I reached out and touched his arm.

“Killing bad guys is fun. The light in her eyes changed to sadness. Ro was against this ‘work’; however, she understood our reasons. She took the big sister role for us. The pacifist of the family. The first to whom we all run when our asses get burnt. She was the first adopted. When she was about to be sold, Tamor interfered. He killed the seller; her husband. A witch and fae hybrid. A powerful gem. So many were after her butt. Although Ro was 20, the best decision was to make her a part of the family. You see no one was stupid enough to mess with Tamor to put their hands on her. Turned out, her husband killed her parents and tricked her into believing he was the good guy who tried his best

You are either with us, or you are against us. She could see into Daniel's face, his features at war with his loyalty for her and his involvement with Kael. Here was her chance. She took a deep, preparatory breath, ready to step out and confront him, when suddenly from the bush right next to her, there was a sudden rustling. Her heart racing, she froze. Was that a rogue wolf? Or worse? She held her breath and listened intently. The noise grew louder; now she could make out someone moving in the shadows.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.