Harbinger Series Novels & Stories

he said, "And the new threat arising" his dad said, Jason frowned his face as illummino stood up, "Yes, this new threat arising, the Phoenix has risen from the apparently soonbe demise of herega, it seems we had released a greater threat" illummino said, "Then we should be grateful to the creator jason has ascended" one of the men said, "About that, what do you mean?" I said, "You did something that has never been done jason" illummino said,

Staying like this until I stand and look out over the horizon, past the forest to the vast open land below. I lift my head and rear back - I call Ruda forward and we let out our loudest howl. The Roar of an Alpha, the call of a warrior, the command of a king. The power of my wolf. This is what they will feel when they hear my call. The howl of The Forsaken Prince. For I am Hunji: The Legend. ***THE END*** ***REMEMBER I ALWAYS POST AN ADDITIONAL CHAPTER AND BONUS CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT BOOK***

He pressed his lips together in resignation, and then forced the corners of his mouth into a half smile. Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfbitten! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfbitten' on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Gigi and Tyce. Happy reading!

The absent villagers were surrounding them, standing in a trance. Damon advanced, gripping the hilt of his sword. "What is your identity?" The figure rotated, showing a skinny, white face. Their eyes were empty and devoid of any feelings. "I am the Harbinger," they proclaimed, their voice reverberating throughout the room. "And you have missed your chance." The ceremony has already started. Kyra's eyes grew larger. "What ceremony?" The Harbinger lifted their hands, causing the crystals in the walls to throb with a sinister energy. "They mentioned the ceremony for calling forth the Shadow King, their voice dripping with evil intent." "Upon his invocation, darkness will engulf your world."

The way she smirked when I crumpled on the floor. My mother squeezed my hand tighter. “She wants to control what you are and destroy it. And beyond all that, you should know by now she isn’t the only one against you. The Melbringers are not backing out. Dark clouds are gathering, Harlyn. Another war is brewing. And you need to rise above all of it.” “How?” I asked. “I don’t even know how to control any of this. The powers inside me are too much sometimes. I don’t even understand what it is. I am scared of what I might become.”

"At last, you've come." I blinked, attempting to absorb their presence and the abrupt shift in reality. "Who are you?" My voice sounded more steady than I felt. "We are the Keepers," another said, his tone gentler but no less powerful. "Guardians of the prophecy and of what lies beyond." My fingers clenched into fists, and nails dug into my palms. "What prophecy?" What has this got to do with me? "You are the Harbinger," the first person murmured, moving closer. "The person who maintains the balance between salvation and destruction. The key to the packs' future—and maybe all of existence."

As soon as I stood next to him I asked: "What is it?" "I think I just found out what happened to the missing hazard warnings." He held them under my nose. "The sergeant found it in a garbage can down in the subway station." "What?" I looked at the notes. Some were creased and smeared with something, but they all showed clear signs of use. Patches of mossy bark that showed they had come into contact with trees. And they were all torn at the top, right where we'd pinned them. "But why should someone remove it?" Apart from the fact that it was forbidden under penalty. Only those authorized by the Venators were allowed to remove them.

“Please kill it, Zane. It’s not going to tell us anything substantial and I’m so bloody tired.” Zane raised his hand, and my eyes widened when I saw dim light spark off the knife I had seen him hold earlier. It was oddly glowing an amber light just like Jace’s hair. The blade could reflect one’s reflection. It looked sharp as a shard of glass, the hilt set with sapphire stones. The bound boy gasped. Fear shown in his eyes and I could see it through the blade’s reflection of him. “Sylvaris is back!” he protested, struggling with the wires that bound him behind his back. “All the supernatural world knows it— I know it— how come you don't know? I swear, I can tell you where he is—"

My legs buckled when I was told that they'd fished the body of Christopher Quinton from the sea. My knees smashed into the gravel beneath my feet because I knew he'd have survived if he hadn't tried to save me. Three days later, I dealt with all the enemies and became the demoness of Porton's elite circle. Five years later, the pier business expanded considerably. However, I kept the scar on my arm as a memento to remind me of him. It had been five years since he died, exactly five years. I bought a bottle of herbicide in an attempt to take my own life. Then, I saw the supposedly dead Christopher proposing to my best friend, Zoe Shaw. I saw all my underlings congratulate them. I froze for

We approached cautiously, weapons drawn. “Over here,” a voice called from the shadows. A figure stepped into the light—a woman, tall and lean, with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through us. She wore a tactical jacket and carried herself like someone who had seen too much. “I’m Harbinger,” she said, holding up her hands. “I’m here to help.” Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Why should we believe you?” “Because I used to work for The Architect,” she replied. The room went silent.