Sylvia Sherwood Novels & Stories

"He was warned. But if a war is what he wants, then that's what he'll get. Get everyone ready." "What potion are you brewing now?" Sylvia, the forty-year-old potion master, turned to witness the presence of Mia munching on an apple while discreetly coming into her little potion camp. "Jeez, it's suffocating here. How do you even breathe?" Sylvia only gave her a small smile before returning to drop some ingredients into her burning pot. "It's my catharsis," Sylvia commented.

She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story. Westley was a good writer, an inspiration to all the women out there. Even men could relate to the story of Sindy Kate. When I watched her interview, it was too late that it wasn’t actually a secret of her writing a story about her other character. Now, I couldn’t do anything other than reading and dwelling my life in sorrow. She met Arella weeks ago. I knew it because I wanted to know how was she doing, but she seemed okay and even faced her monsters of a step-mom and step-sister with courage.

I answered with a smirk on my face. “Finally! i thought this day would never come. Do you still go for swim lessons with her?” He asked “Yeah, do you want me to hook you up with her?” “Fuck yeah!” He happily exclaimed making Sophia roll her eyes in disgust at her brother’s behavior. “Dude it’s just nudes” Ivan added shaking his head. “Just nudes?! Dude it’s Lolita sterling! She’s like the hottest swim suit model in New York and also an Olympic silver medal winner. It’s not just nudes bro” arch explained making me laugh in amusement.

Sylvia muttered under her breath with a mischievous smile. Sylvia’s eyes were glued to the wall clock. Immediately after the clock struck 10:30 pm, she got up and grabbed a black hoodie. She got dressed and covered her hair with the cap attached to the hoodie. She slipped her phone inside her closet, put on a set of white sneakers, and stepped out. Sylvia traced her way down the living room and met Denim shutting the door. “Shit!” She lamented and went behind the staircase. Suddenly, Cathrina came from her room.

Sylvia was a PhD student who joined Linus's Advanced Spatial Analysis seminar in Cambridge in the autumn term. She was from Switzerland and specialised in landscape archaeology. I first met her in Linus's office. I had gone in to drop off some documents and, when I knocked and entered, she was standing by his whiteboard, which was covered in complex spatial autocorrelation models. She turned around, her short blonde hair neat, her blue eyes sharp behind her glasses. She gave me a quick, assessing look, then smiled.

Sylvia shivered. The chill of the autumn night seeped into her bones with each passing second. Alone in the bathroom, she dyed her hair, rubbing the thick viscous liquid along her scalp to ensure no trace of her original hair color showed. Her unusual eye color was already suspicious for people in the know, which included the Duke of House Winston. Hadn’t Livia already warned her of the estate’s tight security? As a previous Duchess, Sylvia was keenly aware of the ducal house’s elite group. Only a few have ever known of their existence—a group of elites among elites—the Shadows.

"Just like that?" My voice was nothing but a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. All tears on my chin stopped and instead, a burning fire suddenly rose from within me, heating up my veins. Damon adjusted the towel around his waist. "Yes, just that, Annie. We are done. I reject you as my mate. And since you've been accepted into the Silver Sword Academy, let me make this very clear... You are rejected from the Silver Sword Pack, too. From now henceforth, you should not move around Agolia not to talk of living anywhere under my watch."

Even Ainsley, who is unofficially promised to me for marriage, has never made my wolf stir up. What’s going on? What’s this strange feeling of joy and happiness coming from just seeing her? This is weird, really weird. “Justin was the top student in her school, so I would say Arthur has a competitor now.” No I don't. No one is up to my standard. And having a human like Justin as competition makes it embarrassingly easy.

“Our little Shirley. Or should I say, the school’s new slut?” The room goes silent for a second, then whispers ripple across the desks. Shirley’s head jerks up, her eyes wide with shock. “Kelly,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Why are you saying that?” I smirk, taking a step closer, feeding off the attention. “Oh, don’t act innocent. We all saw you this morning, getting out of Ivan’s car, blushing like some cheap girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Don’t tell me you are trying to seduce him? Is that how you get attention now? By throwing yourself at rich boys?” Gasps echo around the room.

“Her only secret is something you already know. That she is mate to a werewolf when she is but only a human.” I squinted at her. “And?” “And? What other secret would she possibly have asides that?” her brows furrowed with confusion. “You know it, tell me…you and I both know it was impossible for a pure human to have been mated to Arthur…she is something more…tell me...she has a werewolf blood, don’t she?” She stared at me, hesitant to speak. “That is my second question and you have to answer.” “Yes, she has a werewolf blood. What does it matter to you, Arthur would be glad if he found out.”