Harley Quinn Stories Novels & Stories

With her newly acquired drifting skills, Harley was able to dodge Tatiana's attacks with ease. Tatiana was caught off guard, and before she knew it, she was pinned to the ground with Harley's foot on her neck. "Where are the girls?" Harley demanded. "What girls?" Tatiana spat back. Harley knew that Tatiana was lying. She had received information that there were two young girls being held captive in the kingdom. Without hesitation, Harley made her way to the room where the girls were being held. As she entered the room, she could hear the girls crying in the corner. Harley knew that their mother would not give up without a fight, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until

You'll see plenty of her strength in her book and since we'll be in Araphrya, we'll get to see all sorts of fun, magical creatures. In addition to Lily and Aolis, I have a plan to write Xander and Maeve's story, Leana's story, and Cayd's story. I'm debating on Malin, Quinn and Riley. I may do a group of novellas for them, something lighter and more fun, rather than the issues that the others will face. We already know that Malin and Quinn aren't good Lunas, so no telling what trouble they could get into learning how to help their mates run a pack. I also have some ideas for Reagan. Her book will be in a timeframe much later than the others and very different, since she is so much younger tha

Another cut opened on Harley's neck. "Do you know?" Jacqueline snarled. "I would've gladly been your stand-in, just for a chance to be seen by him. But you couldn't even spare me that!" Cynthia's blood dripped down her face. The words crash, drown, collapse echoed in her mind—and suddenly, the "accidents" clicked together: the runaway truck, the strange waves when Harley fell into the water, the shelves collapsing in the warehouse. It was all her. "Choose!" Jacqueline screamed, the knife pressed to Harley's artery. "Jump—or watch your son's blood spray across this roof!"

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.

“We have to be smart in whatever we do. The fate of the pack depends on us, literally.” “That is correct.” “I am glad we are both on the same page.” “Yeah, we should also be making plans for our four some. We should make it big, erotic and one for the books.” I laughed at Harold, my breath almost leaving my body. “You love sex a lot, Harold…” “I am aware and I would take that as a compliment because you love it too-even though you do not want to admit it.” “I won’t admit to it.” “Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.”

In the midst of the tension, a younger journalist stepped forward with another question. "Miss Luna, we've heard that you have a keen interest in werewolf stories. Is that true?" she asked, changing the subject to something more personal. "Yes, I am indeed fascinated by tales of werewolves," Luna admitted with a hint of enthusiasm. The journalist, intrigued, continued, "Do you believe that werewolves actually exist?" Luna playfully replied, "I'm not sure, but perhaps the answers lie in the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" the journalist asked curiously.

"No, I'm not. I swear on the shards of my shattered soul, it's the truth." "Oh… Surely they had it coming though, right? A crook or criminal." "They didn't. Other than being drunk, they had no other crimes. The truth is that I killed a man in cold blood because I am the monster, Harley." "I don't know the details, and I don't want to know, so let me tell you something…" She began. "You may be the monster in the human stories and you may see yourself as the monster but you will NEVER be the monster in my story."

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b