Arkham Asylum Harley Novels & Stories

That was possible. Now the valid question is.... who would win between the ancestors and Amos? By the way, whose side was Harley? Despite having less powers left with him, Harley's soul never rested at all. On one had he remembered why he took such a step in the first place and on the other, he wanted to know why Amos was acting friendly with him and what could be his intentions and since the ancestors weren't happy with Amos'selfishness, they opened Harley's eyes and exposed Amos' true colors and his intentions hence making him fully aware of whom he was roaming around with.

“It’s not like him to participate in a fight.” “She’s right,” Sally chuckled. “Harley is so loyal and lovable. He’s not a fighter.” “Don’t forget, ladies. Harley has a fighting side to him. He’s an Alpha bear shifter, after all,” Penny told them. They all nodded in agreement before looking at me. I realized they all wanted an answer for why Harley was involved in that fight. “I think he was just trying to protect Xaden,” I said, shrugging as I took another large bite of pizza.

She turned and walked away. I let her go and almost immediately saw Cressida across the courtyard. She was standing alone near the fountain with Raven nowhere in sight. Her dark hair caught the pale morning light. She was staring at the frozen fountain like it held answers. I excused myself from Kade. Walked to the parking lot and unlocked my car. In the boot, wrapped in a tarp, was her Harley. I had repaired by a mechanic who knew not to ask questions and also restored it to it's usual beauty. The bike was breathtaking - A Falcon Thunderstrike, limited edition, custom paint job that shimmered between black and feel blue.

A hidden mistake. The city air rushed against her as the motorcycle devoured the road. The sensation was foreign yet achingly familiar. She hadn’t ridden since selling her own bike years ago—for Dio’s birth, for survival, for a life that demanded sacrifice. When she arrived at Harmoni Medika Hospital, she slid the bike into its slot. But before stepping off, her gaze snagged on the machine parked beside her. A Harley. Black as midnight. Its body bore military markings—hard lines, unapologetic. And on its tank, faint scratches like battle scars.

Spending the day helping Mary unload crates, feeding the newly arrived rescues, and surrounded by people who didn't look at me like I was a tragic headline had been the exact remedy my frayed nerves needed. The deep, unmistakable rumble of a V-twin engine echoed through the gravel lot, instantly drawing my gaze toward the driveway. Tor’s heavy black Harley rolled to a stop near the edge of the wooden fence. He kicked down the kickstand, cut the ignition, and pulled off his helmet in one smooth, practiced motion. His dark hair was windblown, stuck to his forehead from hours on the highway, and his leather cut carried the distinct, crisp smell of open air, exhaust fumes, and pine.

Harley groaned at her, stamping her feet on the concrete floor, making me think it was a habit she had. “If I'm siding with Catherine's daughter, what are you going to do about it?" El asked, poking Harley in the face. Harley gave a short sarcastic laughter, and suddenly, we heard the trigger of a gun. “Are you going to kill me? Have you forgotten you can't kill… “ "An elder, I haven't forgotten, but have you forgotten you were stripped of her title because you went after the wolves,” Harley said, her voice sounding devious; she is the devil.

Harley raised an eyebrow. “Are we going to war, Alpha?” He asked. His eyes darted between me and Linnea and then it clicked for him. “Oh, we’re invading her pack, aren’t we?” He muttered. “You’re catching on fast.” Linnea chuckled. “Let’s go.” I said and led Linnea out into the underground car park while Harley started to mindlink some warriors. They filed into an SUV while I held the car door open for Linnea to get in the passenger seat. Harley got in the back seat and we drove out on the road.

You don't remember anything about that either? Harley shook his head. "No, I don't. It's all blank. In a battle Why" Liam stepped forward, his voice tentative. "Do you remember who Lola is?" Harley nodded. " Yes I do, She’s my mate." Everyone was stunned by his response. Marinetta’s face fell, her heart breaking at the revelation. Zack tried to maintain his composure when he noticed Harley was not in his right mind yet. "It's okay, Harley. You need to rest and give it time. Things will start making sense soon, you will get things right as time goes on."

I nod in the affirmative, and walk slowly to Killer who put his hands around my waist, grounding me in the now. He did the same when we first left Kanla, it is like he senses when I am going to clock out. Killer keeps it from happening. “Get her, where's Bull?” “Climbing down the ladder. See you in three,” Bulls voice can be heard from our ear pieces. Winner goes to Harley and lifts her up and swings her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It should feel good that we got her but I don't feel shit. “Can we ride later.” I lift my head up to Killer as his crunched up face is glaring at Harley's unconscious form.

The first bike rumbled into the lot at exactly 0600 hours. Then another. And another. Within ten minutes, fifty Harleys lined the perimeter like a wall of chrome and leather, their engines ticking as they cooled. The men who walked through the door looked like they’d stepped out of a Reacher adaptation—tactical pants, moisture-wicking shirts, and plate carriers loaded with mags. Derek was the first through. His face was still bruised from the ambush, one eye swollen nearly shut, but he moved as if nothing hurt, his AR-15 slung across his back.