Declan Harp Novels & Stories

"Wait, Declan, are you saying you found your mate?" "Yes," Declan calmed down. His body went weak again, and he stumbled. "Easy there, buddy," Dimitri said as he caught him. "Harper. That's her name." My throat got dry as I heard that name. "Harper?" I asked. Declan nodded his head. Magdalena and Lucinda were staring deep into each other's eyes. "What is going on? You two know something," I accused. "Do you know who this Harper is?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to relieve the pressure building in my head, and say, “Burn the fucking town to the ground.” I am still pissed off at the ten warriors I sent to watch Declan. I expected more from them. When the ten warriors are assembled in front of me, my lips curl in disgust as I snarl, “You ten will take those wolves back to the mountain first thing in the morning. I will deal with you when I get back.” Riley follows me inside; Declan's office is on the ground floor, and we spend a couple of hours searching for clues hoping to find out where he has gone. Declan has written one name continuously on a piece of paper, ‘Xander.’ I smirk at Riley and say,

With his rolled-up sleeves showed tanned, muscular forearms, he looked like he belonged out here. Their eyes met across the distance. The spark was instant and dangerous. Both of them were married. Zara walked closer, hips swaying naturally in the humid breeze. “Hi. I’m Zara. I run a small travel blog. Mind if I ask what you’re shooting?” Declan straightened up and wiped his hands on his jeans. His voice was low and rough, carrying a slight accent. He looked like someone who spent most of his time outdoors. “Declan, a local photographer. I’m doing a series on abandoned coastal structures before the next storm hits.”

Declan’s name appeared again and again, tied to things I didn’t want to believe. “Declan.” Killian nodded slowly. “That’s right. I dug deeper, cross-checked sources, and finally got confirmation. He isn’t just some soldier who stumbled into your orbit. He’s been trained—meticulously. He’s an assassin, Rhett. And not just any assassin. He’s tied to the southern pack.”

Declan prayed silently that Hugo had come, maybe even with Dupont. "Do you like to start anywhere in particular?" Declan nodded. "From the beginning closest stand, down its side and back up the other, if you please." Eyes shining, he looked at Nyxen. "Are you ready?" "If you are," Nyxen replied. Declan nodded and shot off to the first stand, eagerly inspecting the fruit in the boxes, holding them and smelling them as he chatted with the stand owner. Stall after stall, Declan visited, telling the sellers that he had been kidnapped by a mafia boss, laughing when they asked what actually happened. Oh, the irony. He was careful to look around, never giving any sign of looking for someone in part

he said, Layana smiled politely as she stepped forward and through the grand doors… ----- Declan stood talking to a few knights about the upcoming trip to the massacred villages, dressed in a dark grey tunic with a small silver embroidered hem, black pants, a silver belt and a black cloak that for once held the house of storm crest. Half his hair was tied back, leaving a few shorter strands to fall over his forehead. “Her royal highness, princess Layana of Ehlesaar,” the announcer called, making Declan turn to the stairs, he saw a shimmer of pink fabric before she came into view, time seemed to stop for him as he watched her descend.

he threw me a smile that was anything but pleasant. Declan wasn’t just any Irish lowlife, he was the underboss of the Westside crew. His father and mine had been at war more times than I could count. But we’d had a silent truce for the past two years. Cold, bitter, but bloodless. For him to walk in now... “What do you want Declan?” He sat up straighter, green eyes, black hair, Irish. “I'm here to pay my respects. Congratulations on the new wife.” his green eyes held mine, searching for any emotion, but I gave him none. He continued not withstanding.

"Get in there!" Declan turned his face and for the first time since this started, smiled at my dad. "Y'all ready for a show?" he asked. Chase laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't get your hopes up, Big Boy. I'm a national champion." Declan's smile was slow and steady, but when he raised his head all laughter vanished. They squared off and went into their fighting poses. Chase was our small town hero and every girl's wet dream. But by the way Declan paced, I knew he was going to bring a new league to this

"Did he have this Bethany with him?" She gave me an apologetic look. I bit my lip and nodded, then turned away and took a deep breath. "We have to make sure Sabin doesn't fuck it up for him. I need your help." Eve nodded, "You have it, but I urge you not to let Declan just slip away to another woman. You'll regret it. My eyes teared up, "I've already lost him. He's gone."

I said but he just hissed “bullshit” Harper smiled “save your anger Declan I’ll be here for a few days” she said. Declan turned to me “I hope you know what the fuck you are doing “and with that he left. “Well someone is salty” Harper muttered after him. Me on the other hand, I was convinced that Declan’s terrible mood, had less to do with Harper and more to do with the fact that a certain someone needed space from him as well. I turned to Harper “I am serious. While you’re here, do not cause any trouble” I said,