Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

“Though I’d thought she’d grown into something quite lovely. And I....was a young-Harbinger, a strange creature amongst her kind. I was isolated and bitter and didn’t know where I came from. Or why I was dealt the lot I was.” “What is a Harbinger?” She queried. “A form of law for their kind. Something which is trained to be ferocious.” “Are there many?” “There are few Harbingers. And they are feared. Children never played with me. Men didn’t willingly chat with me and women averted their eyes to avoid peering at me, except for the occasional one looking for a short adventure.” And Nim. “It sounds like a perilously lonely existence.” Almora remarked. “I was long used to that when Nim found me

With their guns drawn, my team circled the man on the ground. “Who is it?” I was unable to get a good view of the person's face. “It’s Moretti.” Arrow confirmed. Fuck! Lorenzo Moretti was the key to getting to Ricci. “The place was attacked before we got here.” Badger added. “It looks like they didn’t want any loose ends.” Buddha concluded. “No signs of life.” I cursed and ran my hands through my long brown hair. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. I’ve been a phantom since as long as I can remember. Always listening, but not being seen. I was a pro at staying quiet and unseen. I've always had a passion for computer programming and hacking. My mothers last words always in the

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

TRIGGER WARNING Tabby All I see and feel is darkness. I have no idea how long I've been here. I remember leaving the bar and not feeling very good, but after that, nothing until I came to. The one man that I never wanted to see again was in front of me when I first opened my eyes. My ankle is chained, and, in the beginning, I could move around, but now I'm barely awake. When I opened my eyes for the first time and saw Typhon, I freaked out.

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 certainly did.”

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.

"After all, he's a type of supernatural creature himself." Xander's head snapped up. "What makes you say that?" While I talked, I checked the steaks and turned them over. "Well, he told me that God gave him the powers he needed to do his job of hunting down supernatural creatures. But if God gave shifters their powers, why would He give powers to Hunters to hunt down his creation? It doesn't make sense." I closed the oven door. "My guess he has a protective mechanism in his brain, like a shield, that protects Hunters from divulging too much information."

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.

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.