Harbingers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I needed to protect Míriel and Zeus as long as I could. “This is going to hurt, a lot.”, I said as the first wave of harbingers landed on the planet, lumbering at us will murderous intent. I spun the staff and got into a stance, charging up my energy for another sporadic burst. Three, two, one... The first harbinger leapt at me with an ear piercing shriek, but I just downed it faster than it could react. The other ones got more agitated and started to come in hordes. I conjured my maelstrom with Míriel and Zeus at the centre and led the harbingers elsewhere.

“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 .”

The King narrowed his eyes. "Others?" The Harbinger didn't answer. Jae did. "The Vessels." Silence. The Harbinger's eyes shifted toward Jae. "They are not the others." Jae frowned. "Then what are they?" The creature looked toward the sky. "They are the ones who came after." The transmission distorted. Then returned. "The Vessels are servants of a purpose they do not fully understand." Hazel stepped forward. "Whose purpose?" The Harbinger looked directly at her.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

Elara and the witch coven stood nearby, their faces etched with determination and fear. "Emily!" Nathanial ran to me, relief and concern mingling in his eyes. "Did you find it?" I held up the relic, its glow pulsating with barely-contained energy. "Yes, but we have a bigger problem. The Harbinger has been awakened. It's coming for us." Gasps and murmurs spread through the gathered crowd. Elijah stepped forward, his voice firm. "We need to fortify our defenses and protect our key figures. The Harbinger will target our leaders to sow chaos."

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.

she yelled Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you feel any pain in your chest?” He asked Fiona raised her brow in puzzlement. “What?” “You don't, right? That is because you have a healthy heart. That boy is suffering from heart failure and that seizure could've killed him if I hadn't been there so yes, his life is more important” Fiona's eyes whelmed up, “I can't believe you're saying this,” Silas ascended the stairs, paying her fuss no attention.

“Give it back, or I’ll destroy you.” A chunk of earth ripped from the ground and came hurling at me. I dodged, barely. “Stop running!” she screamed. “Face me!” Wind blasted from her fingertips, yanking me from cover and throwing me out into the open. And then, just as I struggled to my feet, the Harbinger stepped out from the shadows again. His eyes gleamed with something sinister. He smiled. “To pass this trial…” he said slowly, “…you have to kill her.”

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.