Harbingers Genshin Impact Novels & Stories

Eva tensed beside me, her hand hovering near her weapon. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a gaunt face and hollow eyes. He looked like a rogue, his clothes tattered and his posture hunched, but there was something off about him—something unnatural. “You meddle in things you do not understand,” he rasped, his voice grating like metal on stone. Eva took a step forward, her stance aggressive. “Who are you, and what do you want?” The man’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “I am a harbinger,” he said. “A messenger of the Shadows. And I bring you a warning: turn back now, or face annihilation.”

As it neared, the figure became clearer — a massive, winged creature, unlike anything we'd ever seen, with eyes that burned with an all-too-familiar malevolence. "It's the Harbinger," Elena whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "The ancient legends spoke of its return, but I never believed... It's said to herald the end of all realms." Our victory against the Sirens, as monumental as it was, seemed to have awakened an even greater threat. We had won a battle, but the war was far from over.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

The silence between us grew sharp, dangerous. “I don’t believe you,” she said at last, but her voice trembled. “I can’t. I’m not her. I’m me.” “I know,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I know you’re Rory. But you *feel* like her. Every time you look at me, it’s like the past is making its way back. And when your power exploded tonight…” My chest ached as I admitted the truth. “I knew. You are the Harbinger because you’ve carried her soul across centuries.”

Damien’s jaw was tight, eyes locked onto her with an unreadable expression. “What… was that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. No one answered. Because they didn’t know. But the Harbinger did. And for the first time, Eve saw something in its crimson gaze that sent a chill down her spine. Not rage. Not hunger. Something worse. Recognition. And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the Harbinger let out a bone-chilling howl before vanishing into the darkness, leaving only the echoes of its promise behind.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

“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.”

“It's as if- you're a harbinger of death.” “A what?” I ask him. “A harbinger of death. You can sense when death looms for someone or when it has claimed them.” He motions to a log, inviting me to sit with him. “Harbingers were deciples of death born long ago. They aided me, sensing when death was approaching for someone. Letting me know where to come find them. You have to think, thousands of people die each second. I needed the help, so I created special helpers with a little bit of help from an extremely powerful coven of ancient witches .”