Harbingers Novels & Stories

Felix clarified. “So... Who’s the new girl?” Adam cleared his throat, placing a finger on his phone’s screen to see if another message has come in. He pressed to off button swiftly. “Umm... “ “Don’t she have a name?” “Come on, wait! How am I supposed to hear when both of you are speaking at the same time?” “Adam, who are you into?” “It’s Hazel’s mum.” “What?” Felix and Noah went frozen as their Jaws dropped, hanging. “You said?”

Hunter tipped his head slightly before passing them a devilish smirk as their faces flushed and they scurried away while one of them fanned her face. He turned away rolling his eyes with a bored expression. "Fools," He muttered under his breath. His phone blared off as he answered the call. It was from one of his trackers. "Hmmm?" "Alpha we have a trail," The guy said panting as if he was running. "I'm following them right now," He said. "Is the witch there with Alonso?" Hunter's voice was deep and ruthless. "Alonso is not in sight. It's just the witch with at least dozens of men to protect her. They could use her portal magic but apparently, they haven't used it yet. We could catch them thi

" 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.

The Coming Threat Vanessa stood on the manipulate panel, her sparkling eyes watching something best she may want to see. Ethan shifted uneasily. “You wanna begin explaining what precisely is coming?” Vanessa didn’t flow for a moment. Then she grew to become, her voice quiet. “They are referred to as the Harbingers.” Rachel crossed her arms. “Great. That sounds friendly.” I exhaled. “Tell us everything.” Vanessa hesitated. Then, in a voice slightly above a whisper, she spoke.

She had read of such a being in the deepest corners of the royal archives, a force spoken of only in hushed tones. A shadow that had existed long before the first kings. “The Harbinger,” she whispered, her heart pounding. Vesper went still. The name alone carried the weight of ancient fear. The Harbinger’s smile widened. “Ah, so you do know me.” Elara forced herself to stand taller, to ignore the growing unease curling in her stomach. “What do you want?” The Harbinger chuckled, the sound sending a chill down her spine. “You already know the answer.” His dark gaze flickered toward Vesper. “The prophecy was merely the first chain.”

The Harbinger tilted his head, a predator assessing another predator. “Perhaps I should test you before I carry your defiance back to them.” My eyes gleamed. “Try.” For three breaths, the clearing thrummed with power — golden heat colliding with silver-violet fire, the air warping between us. Leaves turned to ash midair. Then the Harbinger smiled — not in surrender, but as if he’d found an opponent worth remembering. “The gods will bleed first,” he said at last. “But if you falter, Hollow Queen — I will be the one to end you.”

Not with brute force, but with absolute purpose. You are entropy, Jack communicated directly to the creature's alien consciousness. You are ending. But I am beginning. I am growth and change and tomorrow. And you. Don't. Belong. Here. The Harbinger convulsed. Its darkness rippled. For one eternal moment, the fundamental forces of creation and destruction locked in combat. Then the Harbinger screamed again—this time in defeat—and tore itself free of Earth's dimension. Reality snapped back into place. The lights came on across Manhattan.

Not yet. Something closer to recognition. Like a door he thought was closed had just been quietly nudged open. His mind started trying to build context before he had information. Old habits. Who is this? How do they know? Why does it sound like that matters? His phone buzzed again in his hand. One new message. Eli hesitated for a second. Then opened it. We need to talk about what I saw.

“Noah.” I straighten instinctively. “You can’t hesitate. The Warren heir is under our roof. Your Beloved is awakening. And the Sentinel Coven will sense her soon, if they haven’t already.” My stomach drops. The Sentinels. The rival coven that’s been waiting for the wards to fail. The ones who want the Hollowing to break through. The ones who would kill Raven before letting her restore the protections. Dad’s voice lowers. “They’ve been quiet for months. Too quiet. I think they’ve been waiting for her.” A cold rush slides through me. “They’ll come for her,” Dad says. “And when they do, you need to be ready.”

“A race that all the supernatural creatures combined could not defeat and we had to wait ages for them to die out on their own would return and not with open hands but with blood!” “If she needs Carmen's blood to resurrect an army of undead harbingers, she would need my blood as well and a really good witch like Ann that knows the resurrection spell.” I spoke up, I did not know what the ancient cave was or why it made Silver and Leo so tense. The only thing I knew was that a hundred harbingers would cause destruction on a global scale. We were not talking about war anymore, we were not even talking about the medallion at this po