Romans & histoires Harley Quinn Harley Quinn Harley Quinn

We sat in silence as Raina continued the conversation with Lela. “Harlow and Harley are the same name, essentially. If that is the same wolf, why would she be all the way out here?” I thought aloud. This was confusing. While the names were definitely similar, if she was this far from her pack, and an omega for another pack, something was off.

Esmeralda tossed the tablet onto Harley’s lap, the screen displaying a detailed report of Harley’s financial crimes. Every transaction, every shady deal, every misstep was laid bare. Harley’s hands trembled as she scrolled through the evidence, her mind reeling. “You...you can’t do this.” Elona’s smile disappeared, replaced by a deadly calm. “I already have. Did you really think you could outmaneuver me? I’m Elona Royale. I’ve dealt with more cunning adversaries than you could dream of. You’re nothing but a petty thief playing at power.”

"She thinks... she thinks he wants her. The broken... the freak. He will never want her. He will hunt her. He promised me! The Hunt! She... she will die at the Hunt! I will wear her skin." The rest was cut off by a heavy, wooden thud, like her door was yanked open, and her voice faded as she was presumably dragged into the hall. ​I slid down the wall, my legs giving out again, and landed hard on the floor. My blood had turned to ice. That... that was the real Luna Quinn. Not the grieving, perfect wife. But a raving, murderous, unstable... thing. She will die at the Hunt. I will wear her skin.

She, after all, was the Luna of the pack who oversaw the repairs and recover from this disaster. Two people she assumed were the coven leaders stepped out of the second vehicle and approached. “Good morning. Thank you for being so prompt. I am Helena Harris, the Luna of the Black Dane Pack.” Helena stepped forward but didn’t offer her hand. It was a protection. Touching could transfer magic or poisons. If they wanted trust, they needed to build it up between them.

I was well aware what kind of a woman Harley was, she wasn't just about empty talks, however, she was the one who had attacked me first, and I wasn't going to back off now. Smirking at her I said, "I don't know which type of drug you are high on these days Harley, and if not drugs I suggest you seek help, for you are hallucinating I guess. Also, Vivian will be the happiest if Leonel finally leaves her, but I guess that's not happening. FYI Harley, it's not Reux, it's Eriantha Karwitz." I glared back at her, "And making friends or enemies out of home wrecking hoes is beneath me."

In my peripheral vision, Harper stepped into the shop and stood by the door, watching. I held my hand up, stopping them both. “I am the Luna and the future Queen of this Pack. If you threaten me in any way, I won’t hesitate to strangle you with my bare hands.” Hailey took a step closer, her lip raising into a snarl. “You could try.” “Don’t push me.” “Okay, Hailey,” Cory interjected, “You’re done here. Your beef is with the Alpha, not with the Queen.” She laughed. “Queen, my ass!” She chuckled as her eyes met mine. “You’re no more a Queen than I will be.”

Harley groaned at her, stamping her feet on the concrete floor, making me think it was a habit she had. “If I'm siding with Catherine's daughter, what are you going to do about it?" El asked, poking Harley in the face. Harley gave a short sarcastic laughter, and suddenly, we heard the trigger of a gun. “Are you going to kill me? Have you forgotten you can't kill… “ "An elder, I haven't forgotten, but have you forgotten you were stripped of her title because you went after the wolves,” Harley said, her voice sounding devious; she is the devil.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

" At least some one appreciates my efforts in looking good, not like some people whose names begins with a X. "Call me Helena" Mr cutter smile cheerily. "Its nice to meet you pari." Mr cutter held out his hand for me. 'You too Mr cutter." I smile before taking his hand. "Now if you will please lend me your date." Selena says to Xavier before dragging me to a group of guys. Three to be exact. "Guys this is pari." She points at me. "And Pari this is jack and Zack." She gestures to an identical twin, one blond and the other dark haired

Not long ago, she was the one who always said those words. “What do you people want with me?” Nadine asked. “We know what you are.” The other one said. “Who are you?” Nadine asked. “I'm Juan.” The one with the gun said. “And I'm Lorenzo.” The other replied, “We're members of the Lycan Annihilators.” Nadine began to sweat, “From that name, I can infer that you two kill lycanthropes.” Nadine said shakily, already wondering how painful it would be when they pumped her body full of silver.