Harbingers Genshin Impact Novels & Stories

Thunder rolled like death’s breath. And then a whisper carried across the air. **“It remembers you too.”** They all turned as the sky tore open and a shape began to descend. It was not flesh. Not smoke. Not anything *natural.* A jagged wound of teeth and eyes and time itself. The Harbinger stepped back, his voice no longer calm. **“Run.”**

Isang itim na bitak, na tila isang sugat sa kalawakan, ay dahan-dahang bumubukas. ​Isang holographic transmission ang biglang sumulpot sa gitna ng kampo. Hindi ito galing sa Earth. Ang imahe ay isang nilalang na balot ng puting armor, ngunit sa loob nito ay purong kadiliman—ang Harbinger of the Void.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

“But destiny did.” His fingers reached for my arm, for the mark. Instinct screamed at me to pull back, but the heat in my skin surged toward him, as if the mark wanted his touch. When his hand brushed it, the world cracked open. A vision tore through me. Not memory, not dream. A truth buried so deep in my blood that it felt older than time. I saw the Harbingers not just my mother, not just the scattered bloodline whispered of in fear, but the first of them. Wolves forged in fire, tasked with a burden no pack had ever understood. Not warriors. Not prophets. Keepers.

Something ancient had awakened. Vesper’s grip on his sword tightened. He had faced death before, but never like this. The Harbinger was more than just a relic of forgotten magic—he was power itself, woven into the very fabric of the kingdom’s darkest history. “You were never meant to kneel. You were meant to fall.” The Harbinger’s voice rang out, deep and final. A deafening crack tore through the ground beneath them. The palace trembled, dust cascading from the high ceilings. The rune circle beneath them flared, blood-red and pulsing. Elara gasped as the symbols twisted and shifted, forming an intricate pattern she had never seen before.

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.

He was right in front of her, dropping down for another pass. “Stay behind him!” Nya shouted to Ruby, who couldn’t answer her in her current form. She had no arrows, but she had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Just as Gavin turned to fire at a large Beelzanborg soldier on his left, an arrow came from the other direction. Nya sensed it with her sixth sense, and as it sailed at him, she shouted, “Gavin, duck!”

Then his glow faded, his fangs retracted. Forcing myself to appear nonchalant, I scoffed. “You scare me, please.” I brushed past him, walking deeper into the woods. A lie, but a necessary one. Vulnerability coursed through me I was utterly alone. But.. How many of them were hiding in the shadows, waiting? Obviously wolves from my grandfather’s pack… traitors right under our noses. helped. But why? How had they infiltrated so deeply without detection? I couldn’t attack... not now.

She couldn't believe herself thinking that maybe he had taken a liking to her as James had warned, but then she remembered the name Fiona Hart and quickly brushed off the thought. Just when the food was about to be served, a charismatic presence greeted them. “Silas Deane! Pal!” James happily entered the scene.

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.