Black Ops 2 Harper Voice Actor Novels & Stories

a voice rumbled from the back. The sound didn't just carry; it bit. It was a heavy, gravelly baritone that made the hair on Madison's neck stand like needles. Ethan Harper. The Cursed Alpha. He sat in the shadows of the VIP booth, his golden eyes tracking her movements like a hawk watching a field mouse. Every wolf in the room was hunched over, their instincts forcing them to submit to the raw, suffocating pressure of his aura. Madison didn't bow. She didn't even blink.

"Understood." The broadcast began. The red recording light turned on, and dozens of cameras focused on me. "My fellow wolves, good evening." I faced the cameras, my voice calm and strong. "I am Harper, your new Master Alchemist." The live chat exploded: "Master Harper!" "Our hero!" "Death to bloodline theory!" "One month ago, I was an exiled rogue," I continued. "Most of you believed the rumors about me." "You called me a traitor, a spy, a demon poisoning our kind."

"What did you just say, huh? Don't act like you know me, Harper." "Yeah, I know you well. You're just like some of my crazy patients. You're just looking for recognition for all the craziness you've done so far, but deep inside you're still a coward." "Harper step back." The alarm in Alex's head went off as soon as he saw Harper slowly take a step forward. But Harper was deaf. She didn't hear Alex's screams mixed with groans of pain. Harper kept advancing slowly towards Tom who didn't seem to mind at all as she was getting closer because the man was busy playing the James Bond role in his mind.

Light spilled from beneath it, and voices drifted from within—low, intimate, dangerous. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized Thane's rumbling bass. He was supposed to be in the restroom. He was supposed to come right back. He lied. I pressed my ear to the wood, my breath coming in shallow gasps that fogged the polished surface. "—what I should have done months ago." Harper's voice poured through the wood. "Stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life." "Harper, what are you—" Thane's voice, rough with something I couldn't identify. Confusion? Desire?

the man said, his voice a low rumble, a sound that sent chills down my spine. My throat went dry. “Yes, I’m Harper. And you are...?” He didn’t answer immediately, instead, he regarded me in silence, standing two feet away from me. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, dug into mine, making me squirm on my feet. Even if I hadn’t met the man before, I knew it was him. Ryker’s father. The Blackthorn whom Richard meant was Ryker’s father, not Ryker himself. Why did I even believe him?! Stupid!

He speaks so softly and slowly that it sounds like a kitten purr. For god's sake! Harper feels a tingling in the lower part of her belly. Daniel's voice is very erotic. “Deny it,” he whispers, very close to her ear. “Deny that you feel an immense urge to jump on top of me and fuck me again, like you did yesterday.” “I... ehmm... no..." she stutters. Harper's legs are shaking, his mouth goes dry, and his heart beats frantically in his chest. She does not know what to answer or what to do. For a fraction of a second, she becomes a monosynaptic mass.

He looked graceful and lethal in that moment and I couldn't help but marvel at him. "Don't look at me like that." Harper's voice broke out of my reverie. His voice had suddenly become heavy and had lost all its playfulness. It sounded strained and a little breathy. I folded my arms across my chest, my jacket still in my hand. "Like what?" My eyes met his in the soft glow of the lantern and they looked like two little pools of black and not the usual green I had become accustomed to.

I said, and the door opened on a face that didn’t belong in this room. Harper stood there with clean hands and eyes that’ve seen more midnight than morning. The medic who’d cut my shrapnel out in silence and told me I wasn’t immortal in a voice like a brother. The man who’d bent over Velia’s broken skin more times than I could think about without breaking something. He looked tired. He always looks tired. Old grief does that; it sands your face until it fits curves nobody else can see. “Didn’t think I was on your lieutenant list,” he said, trying to smile.

"I don't know exactly. They blindfolded me during transport. But I remember sounds. A river nearby. A train that passed every hour. An old industrial area that smelled like chemicals." "The east district," Lucas said. "Has to be. That's the only area that matches that description." "We need to raid it immediately," Owen said. "Before they realize their weapon failed and move locations." "Agreed." I looked at the woman. "What's your name?" "Harper. Harper Loraine." "Harper, I'm going to heal you properly. Remove every trace of that corruption. It's going to hurt but when it's over, you'll be free. Really free. Do you trust me?"

She huffs, seeming more annoyed now than scared and says, “You can’t stop this from happening, Hen.” Charlie asks, “Where are you two from?” Hendrix glares at him in response, it’s obvious that Charlie won’t get any answers out of him right now. I speak up, hoping to help ease some of the tension, “Look, you both want this girl… I’m sorry, what was your name?” I’m surprised when she looks at me and I see that she has pale purple eyes. She answers softly, “Harper.” I nod my head, “You both want Harper. We come from a pack with plenty of space. Let us check in with our superiors, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem for you to come and stay for at least the first night.”