Harley Quinn Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

The guilt and desperation ate at him. He had to find her. Pushing himself up, Ryder called for a few of his spies who were the best tracker within the Shadowclaw Pack who reported directly to him as Alpha. These people instantly without hesitation or fail under threat of death orders could do anything so long as the price was right. "I need you to find someone,” Ryder said, his voice low and urgent as soon as the spies appeared that night in his study. “Her name is Hazel. She was banished from the pack months ago. I need to know where she is—exactly where she is.”

"Scarlett, those memories... they aren't just data. They were designed to break me. If you go in there, you’ll feel everything I felt. The cold. The hunger. The feeling of being... an object." "Then we'll feel it together," Scarlett said, her voice unshakable. She initiated the link. The world dissolved into a cacophony of white noise and static. When Scarlett’s vision cleared, she was standing in a sterile, white hallway that stretched into infinity. The air smelled of ozone and antiseptic. This was the Ark—the place where the Creators had built their "Project Chimera". She found Caleb, but he wasn't the King of the North. He was a child—or a teenage version of himself—locked in a glass cag

Someone from within yelled to come in, so I opened the door. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only five computer monitors casting a faint glow. Vic’s equipment and setup were impressive and seemed to belong to a skilled hacker. The windows were painted black, blocking out any sunlight, and the walls were adorned with black soundproofing panels. I thought I would be greeted by a middle-aged man with mustard on his shirt, but surprisingly, “Vic” was a tiny woman wearing a chunky and elaborate gamer headset. “Ravenwood?” Vic asked with her back half-turned toward the monitors. She then looked over her shoulder and pointed her chin at Lukas. “Who’s the guy? I was told you’d come alone.”

"Did the security runes on the upper archive vault pick up any trace of my scent while I was swapping out the vials?" Harper Blake gasped, her voice trembling violently into the mouthpiece of her burner phone as she flew down the back concrete stairwell of the Blackmoor testing center.

"No. For security purposes, the assassin is anonymous. It's the only way for them to achieve their goal. If we knew who they were, it could risk the goal." "Well, you're going to have to figure out a way to uncover who this person is. We know they're highly skilled. Dad said that only he and Sienna had the knowledge of how to hack Night Hawk. So if someone else managed to figure it out, it poses a great risk to the company as a whole." "What do you mean?" Kieran asks. "If this Huntress was able to hack into Night Hawk, then what's stopping her from going after something else? Like Brio or Evanish? Or perhaps the company funds?"

Harley said, her piercing gaze sweeping across the room as she quickly identified their potential clients, she approached a group of men, oozing confidence as she played her part, "Good evening, gentlemen," she purred, flashing a seductive smile, "looking for something special tonight?" Harley asked, The men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed, they were well aware of the reputation Ricardo's kingdom held, and they were eager to get a taste of the forbidden, "We heard you have the best quality," one of the men replied, his voice laced with excitement. "What do you have for us?" the man asked, Harley reached into her bag, revealing a small vial filled with a powdery substance, "Th

The screams of the owners were drowned out in their drum and bass rhythms, but every single stitch in a certain way satisfied them. She got up and ran down the hall, always following her feeling. After the next junction, she could see the shadowy figures of several men who had positioned themselves in different places. She could also smell that there was an Elevender here, maybe two. She struck down the first three employees of the asylum with aimed head shots, which caused the others to fire wildly. Aurelia turned to the beat of the music, step by step, through the hail of bullets. She was in her element and the monster made her even faster, more precise, even more deadly.

The black and red brick, with bright neon signs on the outside, seemed larger than life to Warren as he slowed the street bike and parked it on the opposite side of the street. "Warren, it's Theria. do you copy?" Concern owned the disembodied voice of Theria. "I'm here. I can't talk for long. Zealot will be addressing the Laughing Skulls before they infiltrate the Yale Hotel," Warren raised the visor and took his time to join the group. "How are you holding up?" "I'm fine. How is our chosen doing?" "She'll recover. She's delusional for the moment. She keeps telling someone named Zealot to put his gun down."

Amelia’s POV I went straight to Harvey after leaving the dungeon. He was in the storage room behind the kitchen. He was sorting through crates of supplies. When Harvey noticed me standing in the doorway, he froze. His eyes widened, and the guilt on his face was immediate. “Princess,” he said. “I did not expect you.” “I need to talk to you,” I said. “Now.” "What...what's wrong, Princess?" Harvey stammered. “You know exactly what I am here for," I said as I stepped closer. “Ronan used Moonlust. Where did he get it?"

Even if he was completely defeated, he would never allow Helma to have an easy time. This was his principle in life. "Helma, I will make your life worse than death!" Black Hawk downed his hard liquor. His one eye glowed with bloodlust. He unfolded a drawing, the layout of the hospital he had bought at a high price. Black Hawk said, "I have placed the most elite Team Yale inside the hospital." He marked the location with a water-based marker. "These are people from Emeraldshade Forum. Dali will be responsible for handling them.