Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

I was all alone in the dark. I pressed my back against the cold wall and slid down until I hit the floor. The stone was wet. The darkness was the kind that sat on your chest and pushed. Then my hand touched something on the wall beside me. I felt it with my fingers first. Scratches. Deep ones. Letters carved into the stone by something sharp, maybe a nail, maybe a tooth. I traced them slowly. T - O - B - Y. My chest caved in so hard that I thought the ribs would crack.”.

Damien’s jaw was tight, eyes locked onto her with an unreadable expression. “What… was that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. No one answered. Because they didn’t know. But the Harbinger did. And for the first time, Eve saw something in its crimson gaze that sent a chill down her spine. Not rage. Not hunger. Something worse. Recognition. And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the Harbinger let out a bone-chilling howl before vanishing into the darkness, leaving only the echoes of its promise behind.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“I promise not to tell anyone provided you let me take you to see Ursula for a quick check up to make sure you didn’t injure yourself.” Chloe smiled at that. She didn’t want a fuss but couldn’t say no so nodded. “Okay deal.” “That won’t be necessary, Alvaro.” Chloe froze as the familiar voice broke through their conversation. But it wasn’t the voice that had Chloe’s heart skipping a beat and her head spinning. She felt Hecate suddenly wake up, the wolf letting out a whimpering noise that was urgent but excited as well. The scent of stormy seas and something deliciously spicy and untamed wrapped around her like a spell. How could a smell both excite her and terrify her all at the same time? P

Something ancient had awakened. Vesper’s grip on his sword tightened. He had faced death before, but never like this. The Harbinger was more than just a relic of forgotten magic—he was power itself, woven into the very fabric of the kingdom’s darkest history. “You were never meant to kneel. You were meant to fall.” The Harbinger’s voice rang out, deep and final. A deafening crack tore through the ground beneath them. The palace trembled, dust cascading from the high ceilings. The rune circle beneath them flared, blood-red and pulsing. Elara gasped as the symbols twisted and shifted, forming an intricate pattern she had never seen before.

The silence between us grew sharp, dangerous. “I don’t believe you,” she said at last, but her voice trembled. “I can’t. I’m not her. I’m me.” “I know,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I know you’re Rory. But you *feel* like her. Every time you look at me, it’s like the past is making its way back. And when your power exploded tonight…” My chest ached as I admitted the truth. “I knew. You are the Harbinger because you’ve carried her soul across centuries.”

“It's as if- you're a harbinger of death.” “A what?” I ask him. “A harbinger of death. You can sense when death looms for someone or when it has claimed them.” He motions to a log, inviting me to sit with him. “Harbingers were deciples of death born long ago. They aided me, sensing when death was approaching for someone. Letting me know where to come find them. You have to think, thousands of people die each second. I needed the help, so I created special helpers with a little bit of help from an extremely powerful coven of ancient witches .”

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi