Harley Quinn Fan Art Novels & Stories

Alpha Anders Time went by too slowly. Grey wouldn’t stop talking about having dinner with Harley. Admittedly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, because on the surface, Harley wasn’t like any of the she-wolves I had dated or the ones that I was typically attracted to. And when I say on the surface, that was exactly what I meant. Probably stereotypical of me, but I had typically been attracted to tall, busty blondes. Harley was tall, but that was where it ended. She had long, black hair, similar to my own. Her eyes were the brightest blue, and I could only imagine that they would get even brighter as she actually started eating and being able to take care of herself. It seemed l

Theresa's POV Slowly I watched Harley as she's asleep. The bright reflection of the moon casting a silver hue on her face. Staring at the stars in the sky, the brightest of all penetrating in my eyes, like a shinny halogen. Poor Harley still loves her Father. I rubbed my hands in her hair while she's asleep. I propped on one hand admiring her cuteness. Swiftly, my thoughts drifted to Skye's words— “Read dairy of Harley Bieber!” Perhaps, there's something hidden in Harley's diary.

"Are you alright?" Leonardo asked as he placed a cup of hot cocoa beside Hazel while smiling approvingly at the art she painted. "It's beautiful. What inspired such a painting?" he asked as he sat beside her on the rooftop. The painting was of a red flower with a diamond hanging in its middle. Surrounding the flower were countless werewolves howling towards the bright full moon.

' Rae untangled herself from Zeek, licked his snout, and took off. Of course, we follow. I am wondering if I should recognize Harley as a Lycan female. It would be hard to miss for any self-respecting werewolf. Now, seeing Rae's sharp movements and flawless strides, her breeding is unmistakable. Rae gives Zeek a good workout, but when the old man gets tired, he stops their game of tag by dropping to the ground.

"I'm thinking of adding a shadow behind them. One of their wolves. The wolves they turned into that night, the ones who gave us these damn scars." Hawk nodded slowly. "Show them who they really are." "Damn right. Then they can take it home or wherever the hell they plan to put the paintings... Considering neither of our Moms would allow that bullshit in the house." Quill wanted to punch something but held back. He needed his hand in good shape to get these paintings perfect.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.