Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

"We must perform the light binding. Now!" Raven trembled. "I don't know how!" "I'll guide you!" exclaimed Valtorius. "You just need to follow my energy!" And just then, from behind the unnatural shadows, two shapeless eyes appeared-not eyes in the usual sense, but two points of void light that stared straight into their souls. The Night Watcher... had arrived. The hallway was now a living nightmare. Valtorius and Raven ran with all their might, their breathing ragged, heartbeats pounding in their ears.

He said. Aunt Nancy pressed another button and the heartbeats were loud and clear on the mic. Dante looked at the screen like he was looking for something. He pointed to the screen when Twin B popped up. “So, that’s my wolf.” He said, pointing at Twin B. “Twin A is the pure human.” “Seen the heartbeat pumping, huh?” Dante asked, chuckling. “Hell yeah.” Dominic said. “That shit was beating fast.” Removing the camera from my belly, Aunt Nancy turned the machine off and looked at me.

“They allowed you to win in opposition to the Watchers.” I whispered, “…Why?” The Harbinger’s voice lowered. “To see in case you have been ready.” Ethan inhaled sharply. “Ready for what?” The Harbinger’s subsequent words hit like a sledgehammer. “To be rewritten.” Rachel took a step lower back . “Oh, hell no.” Vanessa’s voice becomes lethally calm. “They need to update us.” The Harbinger nodded. “They will now no longer damage your world.” “They will erase what you had been and construct you into something else.”

he said, setting it on the table with a heavy thud, “is older than any of us. Older than this fortress. Few even remember it exists.” “What is it?” “History.” He opened the book. The script inside was uneven, almost clawed into the parchment rather than written. Symbols burned faintly, the ink shimmering like embers. “The Harbingers. Your bloodline.” The word made me freeze. “Why—why would this be here?” “Because long before the packs built chains to hold their borders, before Alphas were even named, the Harbingers walked between worlds.” I stared at him, disbelieving. “Between worlds?”

The Threshold started collapsing immediately. Chunks of the world itself broke apart around us, falling upward into the darkness above. The cracked Warden looked completely terrified now. “They sent a Harbinger.” The giant shape continued emerging slowly. White eyes, black limbs. A body that seemed made from shifting void and dying stars. And at its center, a massive glowing fracture pulsed like an heartbeat. The Harbinger. The Architect lowered its head before the creature in total submission. The little girl backed away toward the silver door.

Ezra, his eyes fixed on the Harbinger, retorted, "You underestimate the resilience of our creation. The echoes will withstand your darkness." Cassia, her pendant pulsating with renewed energy, added, "Your time is over. This realm belongs to harmony, not chaos." Liora, her blade gleaming, stepped forward. "You're alone now, Harbinger. Your influence ends here." Niamh, her senses attuned to the shifting energies, warned, "Stay vigilant. It might have one final trick up its sleeve." The Harbinger, surrounded by a swirling vortex of shadows, chuckled ominously. "You cannot comprehend the depth of the void. It is eternal, and so am I."

Elara and the witch coven stood nearby, their faces etched with determination and fear. "Emily!" Nathanial ran to me, relief and concern mingling in his eyes. "Did you find it?" I held up the relic, its glow pulsating with barely-contained energy. "Yes, but we have a bigger problem. The Harbinger has been awakened. It's coming for us." Gasps and murmurs spread through the gathered crowd. Elijah stepped forward, his voice firm. "We need to fortify our defenses and protect our key figures. The Harbinger will target our leaders to sow chaos."

"No matter what." Harbinger smiled. Then the sky was filled with a deep rumble. I looked up. "What was that?" The heavens were illuminated by a line of fire. A star that is descending. However, it wasn't typical. The color was deep crimson. It hummed, too. The Harbinger rose quickly. His face turned white. He remarked, "That's not just a star." "What is it?" Grasping my son more tightly, I asked. The Harbinger said, "Something older than the god we fought." "Something that ought to have slept."

Not with brute force, but with absolute purpose. You are entropy, Jack communicated directly to the creature's alien consciousness. You are ending. But I am beginning. I am growth and change and tomorrow. And you. Don't. Belong. Here. The Harbinger convulsed. Its darkness rippled. For one eternal moment, the fundamental forces of creation and destruction locked in combat. Then the Harbinger screamed again—this time in defeat—and tore itself free of Earth's dimension. Reality snapped back into place. The lights came on across Manhattan.