Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

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

They all stared at her with envy and fear in their eyes. "The subject has woken up but its mind Is in a state of confusion," A Chubby said, pointing towards the monitoring glass where a huge tube stood in the middle of an empty room. And inside this tube was a man with icy blue eyes staring back at them hatefully. Lora chuckled on seeing this," I guess we have a tough one here, get me my equipment, a baby needs a mama!" It's time to deal with some things! Erin was on his way to New York to check on the discovery of his parents but he met Lisa (Antagonist) who gave him an address and that was the last heard of him. It was then revealed that Lisa was a scientist working for an evil underground

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

With the aid of my thumb and my index fingers, I picked out the book, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I walked to the windows and parted both curtains sideways, giving up space for sunlight and fresh air. I plopped onto my bed, my back against the ceiling and I placed my elbows on a pillow and the book in front of my face, just in place for a nice time with myself and the author. As I read through lines, my eyes brightened with delight and my mind wandered far away into the world of fantasy. I After I was done with the first page, I flipped to the second when I heard a tingling sound in the kitchen. It sounded like heavy kitchen equipment like a stainless steel bowl had hit the gro

I’ll sniff them out. Ragnar: The wild will warn me if armies move. Eldric: If the Accord is resurfacing, I want every forbidden text ever burned. Seraphine: And every spell they thought lost. The Haven hummed, steady, and focused. Then something else brushed the edge of my awareness. A pull that was distant and insistent. Inferno felt it too. "Another arrival," he said. "This one is not lost." Zenith met my eyes. “You feel it too,” she murmured. “Yes,” I replied quietly.

The Harbinger tilted his head, a predator assessing another predator. “Perhaps I should test you before I carry your defiance back to them.” My eyes gleamed. “Try.” For three breaths, the clearing thrummed with power — golden heat colliding with silver-violet fire, the air warping between us. Leaves turned to ash midair. Then the Harbinger smiled — not in surrender, but as if he’d found an opponent worth remembering. “The gods will bleed first,” he said at last. “But if you falter, Hollow Queen — I will be the one to end you.”

“Give it back, or I’ll destroy you.” A chunk of earth ripped from the ground and came hurling at me. I dodged, barely. “Stop running!” she screamed. “Face me!” Wind blasted from her fingertips, yanking me from cover and throwing me out into the open. And then, just as I struggled to my feet, the Harbinger stepped out from the shadows again. His eyes gleamed with something sinister. He smiled. “To pass this trial…” he said slowly, “…you have to kill her.”

A deep voice growled out of the shadows. "The place between fate and oblivion." The Harbinger's golden flames were now flaring stronger as he stepped in front of us. "You still don’t understand, do you?" "I said." "You were never meant to return." Damon had a deadpan demeanour. "You say that over and over. "Why?" The Harbinger looked at me for a moment. "Because she is the key." I gasped. "What?" He lowered his voice. "You are the Forgotten Bloodline's light bearer. The final remnant of a force that ought to have vanished long ago.

My whole body shook as the images burned themselves into my mind: Amara Kings, the girl I'd helped betray, surrounded by blue fire and facing a thing with her own face. "It's happening," I whispered, holding the edge of my scrying bowl. The water inside still rippled with the aftershocks of my vision. "The Harbinger has awakened." "The Harbinger?" Finn's eyes widened. "But you said that was just a story to scare little witches." I shook my head, trying to stand. My legs felt like water. "I was wrong. I was wrong about everything." The candles around us flickered wildly, though there was no breeze in my basement workshop. Something was changing in the magical currents—something big.

When he came out of the temple, a lone goblin was waiting for him. The goblin was unarmed and did not seem to want a fight. Nio waited. The goblin said: “Greetings, Sunbringer. I am Lido, the war chief of the Swer tribe. I guess the high shaman is dead and you're going back south now." Nio shook his head and replied: “The first part of what you said is true. The shaman is dead. But I will not return south. I'm going east, towards Sogorim. "