Harley Quinn Graphic 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

He was the chosen future leader of the Djinn World so he was always under their watch which means that they would never let him lose any battle no matter what and if anyone powerful tried to come his way, the ancestors would deal with him first before he could even lay a finger on their king in waiting and all this made Harley an extraordinarily undefeated leader of all seasons in the history of demons, serpents, wolves, humans and djinns. Yes... Harley was a complicated creature who could take five different forms. Being Zalvin's grandson...he possessed demonic powers so he could transform into a demon if the need arose. He possessed wolf powers since his father, Alpha was a wolf. He had se

Moria asked the tear filled hero. Harlequin shook his head fervently, “Why are you thinking about that? We need to hurry; we can still close your wound. Yahya, I can summon Yahya so she could heal your wound.” The goddess held Harlequin’s frantic face. Her cold palm making Harlequin’s heart ache more.

“Yooo, Har-ley, we gotta go dudette.” “What do you need from me Harley? I’ll do anything.” I ask not bothering to hide my desperation. Hey eyes scan mine. “Right now, I need you to let me go so I can kick Kevin’s butt.” I look down and realize I’ve been holding her taped up hand in mine. I let my thumb trace over her knuckles as I resign myself to let go of her hands. “Never gonna happen!” The man’s voice calls out from somewhere behind Harley. “Shut the fuck up Kevin.” Harley yells out over her shoulder and sighs. She mutters curses to herself as she turns around to leave. I catch her repeating “Fuel for the fire, fuel for the fucking fire Harley.”

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

The raids, even with what we found and what I discovered about myself, it was a good distraction and kept me from focusing on Yasmine, how I treated her and that I failed her every time she needed me. I look down at the papers in front of me and realise that I have been doodling again, and it's similar to the carving I did on that trunk with Mary when I was younger. I had drawn Yasmine’s panther Lorelei with Morpheus’s wolf and the moon and hearts entwined with two crowns, but there were two differences: one was the adding of Zelda Yasmine’s Lycan and another very small pup, one side was panther the other Lycan.

His statement was enough to vanquish the mood. "Yeah, uh… so thing is," Quinn nervously fidgeted. "Cinder worked for the council." Harley instantly scurried towards me and I stood tall. The smaller man hid behind me, small hands gripping what was left of a dirt and blood caked shirt. "She what?" I was in absolute disbelief that this had somehow slipped past Alpha Ryder. Lycans vetted their mates extensively.

“You won’t be saying that when I pull your soul out of your ass.” Jada snarled back. With a growl, he grabbed her wrist and slapped the cuffs around them. I knew he must’ve pinched skin from the way she gritted her teeth and winced. Next came Hakeem, who looked like Nox, thanks to Harley’s shapeshifting ability. The guy didn’t think twice before slapping a set of cuffs on him. He turned his stare to Nox and me, and I silently prayed he didn’t somehow see past Harley’s magic.

“Whoa, that is…” When Mom’s words faded out I started to get nervous. Was there something wrong with it? I watched as Aaron reached over and moved Quinn’s shirt collar to the side. “His is the same,” Aaron says. At that statement, I turn and take a good look at Quinn’s mark. It is the silhouette of a wolf standing on a cliff head tilted back howling with a moon behind it. That image isn’t what had everyone doing a double-take. It was the fact that the whole thing was outlined in silver and the moon was white. Most mate marks look like black ink tattoos. The only other one that we had seen or even heard of having colour were the twin and Heather’s marks, but then their marks were on a whole o

Grey passed him a wicked grin and whipped around landing a bone crushing blow to Eric’s face knocking him out cold. “Yay!” Harley childish voice gained his attention. “You are my super hero.” She added throwing her hands carelessly over the railing, which seemed to be a terrible decision as her body tilted forward. “Harley, no!” Grey yelled.