Novel & Cerita Ella The Harpy

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Alora replied. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora. ‘ Come on!!, this is weird!!!.’ Alora thought. They all stared at one another. Alora sat down staring back at them. “She’s a Lycan!.” The lady exclaimed. “Are insane!!, you want to make a Lycan our Queen?!.” Alora could tell this wasn’t good. She sat calmly watching. “They are the number one enemy!!.” Loki exclaimed. “I knew something was off about her!!.”

Elias’s voice screamed from the balcony. ​He didn't wait to descend. He dove from the third story, his obsidian wings unfurling mid-air. He hit the Reaper with the force of a battering ram, the sound of metal screaming against shadow-bone echoing through the valley. ​The machine was forced to drop Rhea. Elias didn't stop. He pinned the Reaper to the stone floor, his claws digging into the iron plating. ​"You want a prototype?" Elias roared, his face shifting into the monstrous mask of the Apex. "I’ll show you what happens when you try to harvest my mate!"

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

"Welcome to the life of an Alpha, Lance. We've got a full schedule of social obligations today." The first wave was Lycan Gamma Elias and his family. More specifically, it was his mate, Harper, who had insisted on the early start. Elias had planned on sleeping until noon, but Harper had dragged him out of bed at dawn. She looked radiant in a fitted navy wool suit and an expensive mink cape. As they entered, she kept prodding Elias to pick up the pace. When she spotted Caldwell heading out to greet them, she flashed a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

We’re actually not serious, but we are all exhausted. “They are the harpies.” I told her. She started creasing her forehead and asked, “Harpies?” I nodded my head as a response. “And as you have already seen, they were quite disgusting bird creatures who have sharp claws, big fangs that hunger for human flesh, not to mention their abilities to contaminate everything they come in contact with except from…” “Except from what?” She curiously asked. “From us, my dear Nowo.” Lane smiled at her.

“My son’s interested in her, after all.” “We’ll satisfy her for a few days before sending her off to you!” Harvey’s expression turned a little colder. He wanted to be a little discreet in Golden Sands, but… He just couldn’t catch a break! Elan snapped his fingers and then took a casual huff of his cigar. “Deal with him, Aella.” “Get the woman in the car after that.” Aella laughed coldly and swung her machete with narrowed eyes “Don’t feel bad, Harvey,” she said, licking her blade in front of Harvey.

Elias I watched the scenery rush past as I stared out of the passenger window. We were back in the car, and had been for the last half an hour. Harper had been eager to get to this witch as quickly as possible. I could see the frustration on her face as Drake insisted on showing her how to seek out and identify the Divine grace, or whatever it was. It had taken her a couple of hours before she suddenly seemed to feel something. The expression of excitement on her face as she said she could feel the other warrior was almost infectious.

“She will come.” He arched a brow. “You sound so sure.” I smirked. “Because I know her.” Elara, the Lunar Alpha, the wolf who had torn through battlefields, who had fought against all odds to protect her people. The queen who refused to yield. But even queens had weaknesses. And Lyanna was hers. Dorian exhaled, setting his goblet down. “If she does come… do you plan to kill her?” I met his gaze, my smirk widening. “No.”

Harper’s face goes pale, and I can hear her heartbeat spike. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.” “I think you do.” I move closer, studying her reaction. “If you’re the strongest female healer, then what was Elara?” “She was...” Harper’s voice trails off, and she looks at the door as if hoping for rescue. “She was... She was our most powerful healer, actually. Even more skilled than I am.” I catch the flash of irritation that crosses her face as she says it, gone so quickly that others would miss it. But I’m trained to read people, and that brief moment of resentment told me everything I needed to know. Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as she forced the words out.