Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

And without another word, she turned and disappeared into the trees. I stood there motionless for a second. It was now dark and Atlas and I needed to get home before any other creatures decided to target us. I nodded at Atlas, signalling my command for him to shift. My large white wolf tore out of me, relived to be let out after being made so angry and frustrated by the encounter with the seer. I raced through the night, closely followed by Atlas's black wolf who I could tell was also happy to be released. I went over the seer’s words in my head. Hybrids were very rare as the races of supernatural beings hated each other. If hybrids did occur, they were outcasts and viewed as the lowest of t

“She’ll fight.” The Harbinger smiled. “Good. I want her to.” He rose in a slow, deliberate motion. Power rolled off him in waves now, rippling through the dead trees beyond the ruined temple, stirring the ash like wind. The sky above had darkened unnaturally - no moon, no stars. Just black. He stretched a hand outward, and from the void, the twisted souls he had gathered began to move. Shadows with form. With teeth. With purpose. “She’s too strong to crack like the others,” he said, more to himself now. “So we peel her open. Gently. Repeatedly. Until the thing inside her - the wolf, the queen, the flame - starts to wonder if it should’ve burned for someone else.”

But as it moved closer, Seraphine felt the truth of it. This was not a creature. This was a weapon. Ancient power radiated off the being like solar fire. Silver armor formed from living energy wrapped around its body. Its eyes glowed with the same cold gold as the torn sky. Seraphine’s breath caught. “That’s not a hunter.” “No.” “What is it?” Kael’s voice hardened. “A Harbinger.” Seraphine had never heard that word before. But every instinct inside her screamed danger. “Tell me it’s not here for us.”

Xander stood at the reinforced threshold, his golden aura no longer just a shimmer but a blinding, solar flare that pushed back the encroaching Abyssal dampeners. Behind him, Lucien and Cassius were locked in a feverish battle of calculations, their hands blurring over the controls of the "Final-Aegis" stabilizer. "The Harbinger isn't trying to kill us anymore, Xander!" Cassius yelled over the screech of tearing metal. "She’s trying to sync with the birth! She wants the child to be the first breath of her new kingdom!"

“And no, not exactly. But I’ve heard stories… things whispered in the old texts, ones even most witches avoid. Nothing I ever thought real.” Her throat tightened. “What kind of stories?” “That there are beings older than the gods themselves. Hunters that thrive on balance breaking, feeding on the rarest bloodlines first. Not demons. Not spirits. Something worse.” She shut her eyes, her hand gripping the phone tighter. Worse. Always worse. “Chey,” Charlie continued, softer this time, “whatever you’ve stirred up—it’s not random. And it’s not just after your pack. If the guardians are awakening, then these things… they’ll come for every one of you.”

He looked around at the new world around him frantically, obviously confused. “Lady Abigail,” I heard from behind me and turned around. “Hermes,” I wondered where he had gone. “Hermes, please, tell me what happened.” I rose and walked to him, he no longer had his golden staff with wings. He seemed just as confused as the warrior I just healed, “I was in the heavens, staying away from the battle, then suddenly I came here, and now I am unable to open the portals and the device is missing.”

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

Honey suddenly screamed at Bobby face and pushed him away. She faced me while grimacing, then sighed loudly. "We woke up at around 12. It's just 2 AM, Rose," she trailed off and glanced at Bobby who sat beside her. "We were disturbed by some scary growls like that of the vampire movies..." she chuckled nervously. "Then we both decided to check...but saw some men outside. Amber eyes. Fast runner. They seem to be looking for something. Or someone? Probably a human." I swallowed hard and nodded, now very curious and shocked. My plan worked. My assumption was right. They track my blood. They're looking for me. If I am not mistaken, Slaughtrus is one of them. Amber eyes. The others maybe his rela

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

He inhaled simultaneously, trying to catch any foreign scent. There was one another time he felt this way, while he visited the graveyard. He always thought it was because of that place. Now he couldn't shrug the feeling off like he did every other time. His wolf was alarmed and perked within his chest. "You got a stalker. It explains the strange presence and the murders," Logan stated, his eyes carefully combing the area. "They must be really good to not leave any clue or even a scent for that matter," Asher mused.