Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

I could hear the bitterness in Robert's voice, he didn't approve of this, but what choice did he have, With my hand tucked behind me, I walked away, not beside anyone but alone. Yesterday, I couldn't remember who I was, today I know who I am, I am Veronica Hall, a sad little girl who was insecure, broken about being abandoned by her parents, but I am also Celestine Baker, an ethnologist who love animals, once a werewolf... Now a hybrid, destined to stop W.C.K.D and Valdomore. I will bring this new world to peace forcing humankind to hunt us no more, I will show them that we are on their side and W.C.K.D is not for the people but against them and they want to evolve by creating new humans. Ju

Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit. Leaving her: Kim Mylean Ashyver - King of the Angles Glowing golden wings and halo Wind blowing around her Golden power sparking at her fingertips “You did good Kimmy.” I pop up next to her. She breathes and it begins to fade. He wings and halo she must still learn to use. To summon as she wishes. “Now it’s time to go.” The battle ringing outside rings through her as she takes off into a run. “You made the right choice,” Hermione, Goddess of Death, whispered next to me, “AllFather.”

I walk away with no emotion to find a hiding place. I have killed 20 people at this point and I’ve still not been caught. I leave the school and head back to Dead Man’s Woods. The police are now involved so it’s best I stay hidden. I’ve revenged the people who broke me. I have had my thrill of blood. The next step I need to think carefully about. It is getting close to the evening and I am still thinking about my plan for my next kill. I think this will need to wait until night time.

I was putting more than one life at risk now. Without further ado, I abandon everything and ask the beta who was named Gorius Symphony to fetch me my Harley Davidson. I could chase them down with it's modified engine for it runs as fast as the vampires. The garage beholds my baby as I stare at it and bite on my lips. I hope they haven't cut off the radar.

I loved staying with Xander and Elias, but it was nice to have my own space, too. Having showered before my training, I changed into a set of pink scrubs, donned my nursing shoes, and then pulled my hair back into a ponytail, ready for work. It was still early yet, so I got out the grimoire of my people that I had hidden on the shelf in my closet. Carefully paging through, I saw there were spells of all kinds, from old spells to make the crops grow better to getting rid of dragons. There was even one to protect the village from the Abominable Snowman. I sighed, guessing that some of the legends had some basis in truth.

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

A lump formed in Elior’s throat. This was it. The answer. The way to break fate’s hold. He took a slow step forward, eyes locked on the throne. The Veilblade pulsed at his side, sensing his resolve. The First King’s voice was the last thing he heard before the vision faded. “Do not hesitate, Harbinger. Or you will become me.” The ruins of Dawnfire returned. The throne stood before him once more, waiting. Elior inhaled sharply and turned to his companions.

Harmony didn’t quite understand what he meant by saying he believed in double personalities more than most people but she took the time to explain the story line to him while they sat together. She made sure he was sitting right next to her while she sat between him and her daughter who sat next to Vivian. Altar Ego was about a man who would never succumb to his other good side and enjoyed doing evil all the time. However, his good side showed up the day he saw a beautiful girl which Harmony played and then he had to battle with his inner evil and his good side.

he added, dropping his arm and redirecting it forward. "And the unmarked stone?" she asked him. "That is the Waytracker Stone," he told her. "It is a guide stone which reflects the heart of the light bearer and shows the symbol of the desired exit. In this case, we are directed to the flower, which I might have supposed, but it is nice to see." "I see," she said, "but, Mr. Waverley, why is the bishop in black?" He smiled and turned around without a word. As he did, the flower faded to black and the bishop lit with the same magnificent light. Still, the Waytracker Stone displayed the flower on its face as before.

No cursed bloodlines. There was only them. Later that night, in the war tent, the council gathered. Kaelen spread out a new map across the table, eyes grim. “Scouts confirm it — the third Harbinger is moving toward the Forgotten Temple. They're summoning something... or someone.” Aria, now seated in the Luna’s seat at the head of the table, leaned forward. “Then that’s where we go.” “We’ll be outnumbered,” Kaelen warned. “And the temple’s protected by warding magic. Ancient.”