Gotham Harley Novels & Stories

Tom grimaced. They were all ruthless killers. Once they got what they wanted, they would start killing. Only Tom knew where the Black Moon Technique Scroll was hidden, so the members of Three Poisons Hall dared not harm him. "Looks like you have a death wish!" Harley was losing his patience. "You wiped out Greenton and killed my dad. I hold a deep-seated grudge against you. Today, I'll avenge Greenton by sending you all to hell!" Tom declared furiously. "You're really seeking death! Do you think you're something?" Harley didn't take Tom seriously.

Through the chaos of battle, I heard a familiar voice shouting orders, not to our defenders, but to the attackers. I whipped around to see Harley, the tracker we had just promoted to Gamma, directing a group of rogues toward the stone circle. "The spy!" I growled through the pack bond. "It's Harley!" Maison's wolf launched immediately in Harley's direction, but the traitor was prepared. He threw a handful of powder into the air that exploded in a blinding flash, momentarily disorienting our defenders.

“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.

With just a call, the group of black-clad men lurking around Lane Manor appeared. They were all death dealers hired from the black market who would do anything for money. And their leader was Earthrank elite number thirty-two—Dwight Houston of the Crestone Fists.

We’re back on our feet in a second, scanning for any threats. But there don’t seem to be any. There are a couple of one-on-one fights around but they seem to be mostly under control. There are, however, bodies all over. Some in human form, some in mid-shift. *You smell that,* Kent growls, irritated. I sigh, also annoyed. What could possibly be the icing on the cake after this hour? Damn it! Damn him! Between the scent on our back and the giant black wolf currently ripping out the throat of the wolf that had been on me, I have to accept that Harley was our savior.

“Let’s do this one step at a time. Harvey showed a calm look. “We’ll deal with the Bharata Business Council once we cut off their support.” A cold gaze could be felt in Harvey’s eyes. Eli Burton, Reina Lee, and the others had to pay for such heinous crimes. *** Nine o’clock at night, at the Flutwell Hotel. Rachel Hardy drove Harvey to the entrance of the hotel. Kayden, sitting beside Harvey, respectfully said, “Sir York, the Bharata Gang are focused on their underground gambling business.

Sir Hugo Waverly stood in the shadows of the gambling hell known as the Cockerel. His gaze roved over the mixture of peers and lower-class men gambling and whoring. Rumors of an underground boxing ring run by smugglers had surfaced earlier that morning, and Hugo wanted answers.

Four years had passed, yet their relationship remained stagnant, unable to progress beyond a simple peck on the forehead. Alaric's disdain for Harley was rooted in his memories of their past. He couldn't understand why her scent, once tantalizing, now repulsed him. Desperate to salvage their relationship, Harley turned to the black market, purchasing a powerful aphrodisiac from a foreign national from Country C. Harley navigated the dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. She had heard whispers of a black market vendor selling rare, potent aphrodisiacs. Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

"She won't have a choice, Alpha, if the ritual is a success, Rae will come forth." "Thanks for the information, Doctor." Harley reached forward. "We'll be in touch." She ended the connection. My hand gets heavier on hers as she sits back. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready, Harley." "Yes, we do," she averted her eyes and glanced out the window. "It was going to happen sooner or later." She shrugged her shoulders. "Looks like Zeek is going to get lucky tonight." By the time we hit the Culver City limits, we only have one spike on our tail. Harley tells me she wants to go into a boutique downtown. After circling the building, I found the parking lot.