Emblem Harley Hyper Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

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.

The thin lines seem to extend in a beautiful planned pattern. “You would think I’d learn by the third time of being caught, saved and punished but I didn’t. The last time I tried he thought I needed to be reminded of who I was.” Althea feels slightly anxious observing Harley take his shirt off, completely taken by surprise when the older turns around to show her two long scars on the centre of his back. The healed skin extends into two long ovals on his shoulder blades. “He nicknamed me Hope. Someone who prevails when they are about to die,” Harley says.

It seemed to be holding a heart, dripping blood collected into a pool beneath it. It was bizarre and goosebumps were pricking on her nape. It never left her the longer she remained staring at the emblem. Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia.

He dug his hand deep into his pocket and retrieve another emblem, the surface of a dark shiny metal compliments the vicious wolf engraved in its front. "I also found this." Jim placed the emblem on the table, as the wolf's pair of ruby red eyes glinted upon the now flickering fire of the candle. Mayari's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the insignia. She knew that symbol — its very being... its purpose... its meaning... and its core. The sight of it is a sign of something much greater... and threatening. Even though shock is evident in her face, the dim surroundings of the room was able to mask her expression, and she was able to quickly regain her composure.

“Thank you.” She said nothing, ignoring me, but my visage was completely ugly. I had seen it. That same symbol of two blades on a howling wolf, I had seen it on Harley's wrist. The symbol was faint, as though she had tried to wipe it off, but I was still able to see it. Harley was from the Dark Wolf Clan. But does Diana know?I have a feeling that she doesn't. Things were really getting more complicated. Harley was a spy, and Diana's family was trying to usurp George from his position. Regardless of whether they knew about Harley's true identity or not, none of them would be spared.

He suddenly didn’t know what was worse—his dilemma or the fact that he was pushing Raeya away. Ryder was known for two things—his strength as the Roar and his ten-year long contract with Raeya. In Khenealm, you were defined by the marks tattooed on your body. One is your affiliation, a mark that has the symbol for the company that you work for. Another is your sigil partner’s emblem, something that will be embedded on your skin for life until the contract is done. It is where your personal emblem, a representation of your life will be on the palm of your partner.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.

“Absolutely, let’s go. I’ve been dying to get on your Harley since forever. I love the sound of the engine.” “Wait until you get on and feel the power, girl you are going to love it. Whatever is on your mind you know you can tell me anything, right?” “Of course.” She walks towards me and plants a sexy kiss on my lips making my dick get a memo to bend her over on the bike and rip those tight as fuck jeans right down. I pass her a black helmet with our club’s logo on it and straddle the bike putting the foot pegs out for her. Harper steps up and swings one leg over then places her arms around my waist. “It’s wider than it looks, right?”