Anime Harpy Novels & Stories

"So, what kind of creature are you?" Harper grew mischievous. "Make a guess?" Saint snorted in entertainment because he understood Harper was playing the same guessing game he had played with her. It had been pure entertainment while his little secret lasted. "Well," Tanja hummed. "When I touched your hand the first time we met, I experienced a vision of your future." Harper lifted an eyebrow. "Really?" "Yes, but..." Tanja took a deep breath. "It was an eerie vision. I saw you sitting on a throne, but with many races wanting to slit your throat: vampires, elves, fairies, and even your own kind."

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

She violently pushed Sebastian away, collapsing onto the edge of the bed and clutching her temples with both hands. "Harper!" The lust in Sebastian’s eyes vanished, instantly replaced by sheer panic and lethal intent. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his large hands gripping her shoulders. "What is it?! Is it the Abyssal radiation?" "No... not the Abyss..." Harper gasped for air, violently throwing her head back. Her naturally blue eyes had been completely swallowed by the blinding, pure white light of the Architect imprint. The energy was so incredibly vast that her entire body trembled under the strain.

Flion roared, and before anything else, he pushed her in the grass that makes the harpy get him. “Why did you do that?” She scoffed, it's the first time that she saw an ill-meaning monster that has the head of a woman and the body of the bird that is lurking around the forest. “I will save you, my alpha!” She screamed and shot the golden arrow on the right eye of the harpy that makes it drop Flion in the ground. “Gotcha.” “Are you alright, Flion?” She asked but before she could speak another word. Flion started to transform into his human form and carry Lovett to get away with the harpy that is chasing them.

His body falls to the floor finally, and putting a foot down on his chest, the harpy twists his head violently off and holds it up. That is all that is left of him. That head, muzzled till death. I feel that pity again, an emotion I have no business feeling and rather than look at what’s left of The Scythe, I look at the harpy instead. What demonic creatures, under the beck and call of the royals. No one knows how they were created, or how they are controlled. The only truth about them is that they are the wolf-predators we all never saw coming. They are superior to us, and I feel like it when I stare into the harpies’ gaze. The harpy looks exactly the same as the six others, it could be mal

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

Not having a wolf, I couldn't distinguish between our kind and humans as I also lacked all the other benefits, such as a heightened sense of smell, night vision, and an extraordinary immune system. "Sit, please," a woman who looked to be in her late twenties with curly, black hair and whom I'd come to know as Helena, said to me, gesturing at a chair. She'd never been particularly friendly, even after knowing her for nine months now. I took a seat, leaving a chair empty next to a couple that was really into PDA, turning away from them.