Alluring Harpy Novels & Stories

We’re actually not serious, but we are all exhausted. “They are the harpies.” I told her. She started creasing her forehead and asked, “Harpies?” I nodded my head as a response. “And as you have already seen, they were quite disgusting bird creatures who have sharp claws, big fangs that hunger for human flesh, not to mention their abilities to contaminate everything they come in contact with except from…” “Except from what?” She curiously asked. “From us, my dear Nowo.” Lane smiled at her.

Arogs replied. "What is she?" I asked, stepping toward him. "Tell me, brother, have you ever heard of a Harpy?" Arogs asked as he lifted the book from his desk and turned it to me where I could see it. There on the pages was the same creature that had carried Alassandra away.

He lifted my blouse to look at my belly when I slapped his hand and pushed it away. "I'm fine." Marcus's older brother Adrian came out asking what the deal was. "Send for a healer. And don't wake any more people up. Everything is fine." "What the hell was that?" Max asked in confusion. "Laelia is a shapeshifter, and a Harpy," Marcus said in a low voice. I had no idea what a Harpy was. All I could remember were those wings on Tulio's shoulder that looked like the tattoo of an eagle or phoenix.

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

Not with my mate especially. “Angel,” Harlow beams, wrapping her arms around the female. I stiffen, remembering the name and that this is the female who’d be helping Otis. Not that I’d ever trust a witch but now it’s even worse. If she’d go behind the counsel’s back, who knows what she’s capable of doing. “Goddess you look ready to pop,” Angel teases, rubbing Harlow’s back. “I know! My wolf and I are so ready to meet Bunny,” she says, finally pulling away and blushing.

Arianna stood tall upon her dragon's head, the silver strands of her hair whipping violently behind her as the chants swelled beneath. The cries of fear from the surviving wolves mixed with the weeping joy of the Ouroboros—it was a sound unlike any other. The one who returned. The one who dared fate, death… and lived. Our queen! Our fire! Our goddess! She has returned!

"Here we have to be very careful. Harpies protect the old altar. Never look up, and if a harpy comes to us, never look her in the eyes. She will take it as a fight signal, and trust me, you don't want to fight a harpy. They are tough creatures. No running, we walk normally." We do as Vlad instructed us, and we start walking. We walk with soft steps. I hear the flaps of wings, and a harpy lands next to us. "You finally came back," I hear a female voice. "After our last time together, I thought I would never see you again. Missed me?" the female voice asks Vlad. "Mika, as lovely as always. I see you haven't changed a bit. But I am not here to see you." "Then why are you here? And bringing fema

He stepped forward, eager to dance, telling me I was like the Moon Goddess come to life. He was the Alpha's son, and I was just an omega without an inner wolf of my own. I had no way of knowing if he was truly my destined soulmate. I turned him down; the divide between us felt like a chasm. However, Harold would not take no for an answer. He was like a wolf on the hunt, with only two outcomes in mind: keep chasing or claim victory. For my sake, he took over the northern lands, and I became the first woman in a century to rise to the rank of Luna without a wolf of my own.

But even they couldn't hold on indefinitely. A frightening scream whistled above him and the Alpha leaped, catching hold of the harpy attempting to board the plane, shaking his head viciously Eric slashed through the membrane, and as the harpy took her last breaths he looked her in the eyes so she would know who sent her back to her maker.

Hunter rolled his eyes from under his dark sunglasses, thinking he was always a kill joy. Aria felt her pretty eyes widen with each little step she took, thinking she had never seen a yacht as lavish as the one in front of her, “I think we’re one of the first ones here” she said quietly as she couldn’t see many people around, apart from those who worked onboard. Adrian lead the way up the highest part of it and looked down at her, “I guess we are” he said before he raised her hand and kissed it softly, thinking she had no idea what was about to happen in the next couple of minutes.