Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

Huge white wings unfurled behind her as if in emphasis. I gasped. My jaw hung there, open. And then it hit me, one thing at a time. Vance. Sean. Ally. Kyle. Me. Magic. Fae. Witches. Warlocks. Demons. Walking through the stairwell. Pain in my arm. I looked down at my arm, but couldn’t see anything… “You won’t see that here,” Aurora informed me and I looked back up at her. “Can I ask- where is ‘here’?” I looked around, the place totally unfamiliar.

I want what's best for my child, and that means ensuring a safe and nurturing environment. The process is challenging, but I remain steadfast in my determination to protect my child's well-being. Amidst the legal proceedings, Sarah , Ruth, and I create a loving and supportive space for me and my growing belly. We decorate the nursery with care, filling it with warmth and anticipation. Sarah becomes an expert at finding cute and practical baby items, while Ruth offers soothing words of wisdom and encouragement. As my due date approaches, excitement mixes with nervousness. I find solace in the love surrounding me, knowing that I am not alone in this journey.

“If you touch her, you will die.” The figure laughed, a chilling sound that resonated deep within. “You cannot halt what has already commenced.” Aria advanced despite Rowan’s outstretched arm. “Why are you doing this? Who sent you?” The figure lifted a hand, causing the moonlight to quiver as if responding to their command. “I am simply the Harbinger,” they stated. “The one designated to weaken the bond… so that the true heir may emerge.” Rowan’s gaze darkened. “There is no heir that demands our blood.”

“Keep talking, Kurt. I haven’t allowed my wolf to break free in years. She’s hungry. Once I shift, she’ll be drinking your blood from your mauled corpse.” And for once, Kurt looked nervous. Jessica had never seen Kurt Ashfield’s eyes filled with dread before, and she was enjoying every second of this moment. Jessica faced Jack once more, ignoring the pathetic man at their side. “Are you serious? Or is this all just a crazy setup joke for the Moonfuries’ amusement? Because, har-dee -har!” Jack nodded, “I have never been more serious about anything in my life, Jessica. “ He paused. “There are three more alphas, all drawn to you the same way I am. We are all tied to the prophecy, and it’s now t

"But I think I forgot my favorite song." "We'll write a new one," Leo said, looking out at the Mosaic-World. The Shadow of the Harbinger As they returned to the Spire, a new realization took hold. The Harbinger wasn't just a weapon; it was a Scout. By attempting to erase the Mosaic-World, it had mapped the "Informational Density" of the sector. The Keepers now knew exactly how much "Noise" it would take to break the universe. And they were already preparing a Second Wave.

The Demon King didn't descend; he plummeted. ​The creature of smoke slammed into the center of the Sanctum, the force of the landing turning the stone floor into dust. The shockwave sent the High Circle hunters flying like ragdolls. Seraphina’s father was thrown against the wall, sliding down to the floor, unconscious. ​Seraphina didn't feel the fear she expected. Instead, she felt a cold, sharp hunger. ​The dagger in her hand was vibrating, humming a song that only she could hear. Kill, it whispered. Protect. Destroy.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

For the first time since its arrival, it did not strike. Instead, it bowed. “To remake the Veil… Only the Weaver could dream of such power. And yet you, child, dare to claim it.” Its grin split wide, jagged and endless. “We shall see if you are strong enough to hold what you’ve awakened.” With that, the Harbinger melted into the rift, vanishing like smoke into the deeper dark. Its minions followed, slinking back into shadow, not defeated but obedient to some unseen call. The silence it left behind was worse than the battle.