Alluring Harpy Novels & Stories

snubbed when he prefers to entertain himself with mortals instead of reviving contact with any of them. I fully understand our Mégas’ motives in that regard. Preferring one of those harpies would only arise jealousy in the others and humans are preferable as lovers to an immortal, they have an expiration date, of course. The worrying thing about this new relationship is that the girl is not exactly human and also our King seems to have no control over her. On the contrary, she dominates him. I have seen it. Just a few minutes ago they starred in the most scandalous and disgusting show I have seen in my more than six hundred years.

Win does too. “Would be really helpful if you could dim the lights a bit,” he says. “Why? We want them to come to us,” Raphael adds with a shrug. “Cuts the job in half.” A blood-curdling screech echoes from the palace ahead. I glare at Raphael. “That’s why.” Harpies. Hundreds of them. Screaming, half-woman, half-bird monsters. Their shrieks can rupture eardrums and drive people mad. And there are so many.

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.