Harbingers Novels & Stories

“There.” Tristan studies the page. “You’ve heard of them?” “Yeah, I’ve heard the name before, but not the company.” “The flower. It’s familiar.” Everyone waits. I close my eyes briefly, then it hits me. “Son of a bitch.” Tristan’s voice is quiet. “You remember him?” I look directly at him. “Belladonna is a company, but it’s also a code name.” “For what?” Every pair of eyes turns to me, waiting. Years ago—back when I still hacked every database just to prove I could—one encrypted forum, one classified investigation. One name that intelligence agencies could never identify.

He looked around at the new world around him frantically, obviously confused. “Lady Abigail,” I heard from behind me and turned around. “Hermes,” I wondered where he had gone. “Hermes, please, tell me what happened.” I rose and walked to him, he no longer had his golden staff with wings. He seemed just as confused as the warrior I just healed, “I was in the heavens, staying away from the battle, then suddenly I came here, and now I am unable to open the portals and the device is missing.”

I scream at him when he flings her away. “They will all die!” he snarls out. The Harbinger has been unleashed and I can’t stop him. Fuck! Damn you Fate!

In fact, I pride myself as someone who tries to move calmly whenever in a jam, probably because the way thoughts run through my mind can be frightening, and I tend to overreact if I don’t get myself under control. But this wasn’t calm, this was controlled panic, although I wasn’t sure what there was to panic about. I didn’t even know what I was going to search for when I launched my browser app, but somehow my search ended with him on my screen. I needed to let go of some of my pent up emotion and one way to do that was to unravel mysteries. So I clicked, each article a stepping stone towards the quiet satisfaction of figuring him out, one page at a time. Alex Vance, CEO of ZephyrVance, the

I placed my head on my knees again and just sulked for what seemed like hours. I heard a few words from the outside world here and there and most of them just slipped over my head words that I weren’t seeking words that I didn’t need and from people I didn’t need it from. “I’ll take the wheel until you’re ready to face the world again” I heard my wolf say within the shadows and in all and all I didn’t mind I needed a break I needed a refresh and I needed to work through what had just happened. Moon Goddess: “you sent Saige to assassinate Scarlet at her gender reveal are you kidding me Zeus

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.”**

“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.

The ancient, celestial bio-weapons known as the Harvesters. A terrifying, synthesized voice vibrated through the floorboards, making our ears bleed. "CLOAKING SIGNAL TERMINATED. ROGUE TIMELINE DETECTED. INITIATING COMPLETE BIOLOGICAL HARVEST." Vane shoved Lilith and the toddler behind him, drawing his broadsword as the entire sky began to mechanically peel open.

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