Harbingers Wow Novels & Stories

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

“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 point because those harbingers did not obey the medallion at all.

Ezra, his eyes fixed on the Harbinger, retorted, "You underestimate the resilience of our creation. The echoes will withstand your darkness." Cassia, her pendant pulsating with renewed energy, added, "Your time is over. This realm belongs to harmony, not chaos." Liora, her blade gleaming, stepped forward. "You're alone now, Harbinger. Your influence ends here." Niamh, her senses attuned to the shifting energies, warned, "Stay vigilant. It might have one final trick up its sleeve." The Harbinger, surrounded by a swirling vortex of shadows, chuckled ominously. "You cannot comprehend the depth of the void. It is eternal, and so am I."

Soldiers clutched their heads, groaning as if the noise burrowed straight into their skulls. The Harbinger dropped to one knee, its massive frame trembling, not from weakness but from reverence. Its crown of obsidian cracked further, pieces flaking away like dead bark. It whispered, almost lovingly: “It wakes.” Jayden stiffened, instincts screaming. “What wakes?” The Harbinger lifted its head, its hollow eyes burning. “The one who forged the Veil. The true sovereign. The Weaver.” Even the shadows quaked at that name.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

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.

“We’re not alone.” A tension settled over the group, hands drifting toward weapons. Then, as if answering her words, the wind shifted, and shadows peeled away from the walls. Figures emerged—tall, hooded, their eyes gleaming with unnatural light. The Shadebound. Elior’s grip tightened on the Veilblade. “You again.” The one at the center stepped forward, their voice smooth as silk yet weighted with something ancient. “We warned you of the cost, Harbinger. And still, you come.”

she screamed in agony. I let her go. “Good, now let’s go find her.” I led Sara to Hugo’s house. He wasn’t someone I knew well. We were a few years apart in age, and he wasn’t one of my warriors. During our drive over, I mindlinked the senior warriors on duty to see if any of them had spotted a rogue leaving the territory. One of them mindlinked me back a couple of minutes later to confirm that a rogue had sprinted out of the territory. “If the rogue comes back, grab her, and put her in a cell immediately,” I mindlinked all of the senior warriors. It was around two in the morning when we banged on the door of Hugo’s house. His brother, Rocco, answered it groggily, his eyes shooting open in sh