Emblem Harley Hyper Novels & Stories

Pate looked at the sheet of paper with a gold wax stamp and an eagle print on his desk. The color and emblem of this wax stamp are Raltz's, and of course, this letter means it's from Raltz. Each clan does have its color and symbol. The symbol is presented using animals, which are bird groups, and colors that also represent the animal. The Haltz clan has the Phoenix bird as their emblem and red as their clan's official color. While Raltz has an eagle with gold color. While Waltz, they have a black crow.

asked Larissa. Bonnie pointed at the name on the bag's strap. "It has Katt's name on it. Do you still want to argue it's not fake? When did Hermes ever sell bags with engraved names? It's a blatant knockoff!" Katt looked confused. She trusted that Larissa wouldn't have given her a knockoff. However, It was common knowledge that Hermes, especially the exclusive Himalaya series, was exceedingly rare and difficult to obtain, much less with a personalized engraving.

"The only vampire side in this pack belongs to Damien." My heart stopped. "What do you mean by that?" I asked slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. Scarlett rolled her eyes as if I was asking something obvious. "Damien is a hybrid, duh. He has both vampire and werewolf blood. That makes him one of the most dangerous creatures on this planet. No one can mess with him." My breath hitched. My mind went blank. Damien… a hybrid?

The ground rumbled beneath my feet. Harley clapped her hands together. “This is the best part. Can you feel it? The tension? The adrenaline? The anticipation of the race is almost better than the race itself.” “I doubt the dudes in the cars feel the same way.” “I don’t give a damn how they feel,” Harley said. Then she pulled off her red shirt. Underneath she was wearing a strappy black bra under a mesh tank top. Her black pants had gold buttons up the hips and the boots she wore came up over her knees. She stepped off the gravel and onto the pavement and walked out to the middle of the road.

And just like the conference last year, all were wearing their suit to their own satisfaction. Marco Czeslaw of Sanguine pack wears this white-colored sleeve opened with three buttons, topped with a black suit, and partnered with dark trousers. On his upper left corner, the chest part is embroidered with a symbol ♄. The emblem of the Sanguine pack. His silver-like hair was daringly brushed backward. And what’s keeping him different from the rest was his audacious gaze with those grey eyes he possesses.

It’s already being decorated for the summit. The lavish tapestries are being hung in the halls. Our clan emblem is a white dahlia with silhouetted lions running along a pedal on a purple banner. A full moon with three silver crescent moons surrounding it on a black flag stands for the Wolf’s Clan. A snake coiled across itself twice like an infinity-only vertical on a green banner for the Reptiles. The Fliers emblem, a feathered wing fanned out on a blue flag, acting as the sky. Finally, The Nomad’s a red banner with a sailing ship surrounded by all the points of a compass. Safe for true north, signifying they belong not to one but all.

Leather, chrome, and rumbling engines trapped me in place like a cage closing in. Every jacket carried the same emblem. A serpent coiled around an iron blade “Iron Serpents MC.” The sight hit harder than I expected. My heart dropped hard into my stomach. I’d seen that emblem once before, hidden inside a shoebox my father thought I’d never find. The leader dismounted. Tall, and broad-shouldered, moving like someone who expected obedience the way other people expected air. He took off his helmet. His dark eyes pinned me instantly, too sharp, and too knowing.

I rolled my shoulders, my grip tightening on the throttle. “Positions,” I muttered into the mic. The engines behind me rumbled in response. This wasn’t even a war, not yet. But sooner, even if war breaks out, I knew we’d be ready. The pack rumbled behind me, throttles revving and waiting for my call. I rode to the front, my boots scraping the ground, with the heat licking my neck under the leather. The patch on my back caught the moonlight, an emblem of a white wolf skull split in half.

Merigold says. He learns to hug her when she puts her hands on his chest " Hold that thought there is more." He reaches on the box and pulls out a large cloth bag, opening the bag he pulls out a brand new metallic black helmet. His jaw drops as he turns it in his hand. The helmet is detailed with a hand-painted tank with smoke coming out of the gun that forms the word Enforcer. The tank itself even has our Mc name and symbol on it. You can tell a lot of work went into it.

"It's magic, Kylie." The stone reflected off the light; it hadn't before. My brow furrowed as I leaned forward and captured it in my hand. Kyle and Beck caught the change as well and came closer to investigate. It now had Harley's initials, H.G.R., inscribed on it in the same golden calligraphy as on the box. Ok, I got the H-Harley and like the R-Reins. "What's the G stand for?" Harley opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get a word out, Kyle, whose chest was so tight we could see the outline of his undershirt, beat her to it. "Gail."