Emblem Harley Hyper Novels & Stories

And there she sits. A 1989 Harley-Davidson Softail, midnight black with custom chrome that catches the sunset and throws it back like liquid gold. The paint is flawless—I've maintained her religiously since I've actually ridden. The leather seat is rich and dark, cracked just enough to show character. The engine is a beast, a genuine 103 cubic inch motor that purrs like a predator when you turn the key. But it's the custom artwork on the tank that makes her mine. A wolf's head in silver and white with touches of blood red. Mouth open in a snarl, fangs visible, eyes wild and bright. And across one ear sits a crown, tilted at a dangerous angle—because real power doesn't sit straight. It doesn'

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.

He did not feel panicked at all. “That’s right. I’m Andrius Moonshade.” Andrius curled his mouth slightly. “However, I have the Blackhawk Emblem in my hand, so I’m the current leader of the Hawkeye Group!” When he said this, he held the Blackhawk Emblem high. The expressions of the members changed. That was right. According to the teachings of the Hawkeye Group, the emblem was a symbol. Whoever held the Blackhawk Emblem was undoubtedly the rightful leader of the Hawkeye Group.

“That diamond insignia.” Rose’s eyebrows jolted up once and she searched for the diamond Yuki was talking about. It was right in the middle of the mural. A large diamond logo with a pair triangular eyes inside it, a pair of crescents on each side of the bottom half and 2 pairs of lightning on each side of the upper half. Before Rose could even ask what that logo meant, Yuki had explained it. “It is the insignia of the Scarlett Empire.” “The Scarlett Empire?” Rose said in a gasp.

Helena squinted her eyes and picked an emblem up before using her power to disintegrate the charred surface to see the emblem clearly. The insignia of a throne and a crown with a golden leaf crown on crossword and SPQR alphabet were on the metal emblem. When seeing this emblem her eyes frown even further. The anger that had already subsided resurfaced in her eyes. Helena then flipped the emblem's back side to see if there was anything in it. [Marcus Marcellus. 11700XXXX-XXX] was written on the back side of the metal emblem. Helena looks at Ignatius and asks with a stern voice.

A succinct sombre chuckle escapes her before she lowly orders, "Go back to the cottage." Relieved, I stood and bowed, then sped out of the office. Phew! I live to see another day. Over my heart, an illuminated wolf paw flashed, with the initials HHC.T on the metacarpal. It will continue to blink in this manner until Heron completes the mating process, much like an ornament on a Christmas tree. After that, the imprint's emblem becomes a tattoo. It stood for Heron Hudson Carter.Tyr. His wolf branded me like a cow on a cattle farm.