Harley Quinzel Novels & Stories

Harley was never the bratty type who was boastful about her parent’s wealth and neither was her late sister Danica. They were pretty much alike, almost like twins and it was almost impossible for anyone to tell them apart due to their same personality and hair color. But one thing did distinguish them and it was that Harley had as an 1Q of 205 which mean she has never failed a class, Danica had good grades too but she had issues in some subjects and she was the one who always attends annual camp trips not Harley and apparently that last one she went for was her last and any other student at the camp.

Charlotte laughed. "No, I'm training to be in the army. I met Violet two days ago, she has joined Silveran's royal healers. You can go visit her someday" "You must be Hazel" the first woman said, gazing at her. She was tall and athletical looking. This woman towered above Caden. She seemed to be around seven feet tall. Hazel felt like an ant compared to her. She had high cheekbones, almond shaped silver eyes, with a scar trailing down from her left temple to her jaw.

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.

She had only one thing to do that is to make Rizine beautiful. "Who is she?" Milan asked. Because Milan saw that Rizine was white as a ghost. It seems that Rizine also knew the woman in front of them right now. Milan became curious about the identity of the woman that was with them in the dungeon. "She is Harper the one that helped me ready and would make me beautiful. When I am still a member of the rouges pack," Rizine whispered to Milan. Harper is one of the women used by Aster. She was also the one that always helped Rizine in any way she could when Rizine was still a member of the rouges pack.

“Thank you.” She said nothing, ignoring me, but my visage was completely ugly. I had seen it. That same symbol of two blades on a howling wolf, I had seen it on Harley's wrist. The symbol was faint, as though she had tried to wipe it off, but I was still able to see it. Harley was from the Dark Wolf Clan. But does Diana know?I have a feeling that she doesn't. Things were really getting more complicated. Harley was a spy, and Diana's family was trying to usurp George from his position. Regardless of whether they knew about Harley's true identity or not, none of them would be spared.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

She obeyed without protest, settling onto the plush seat beside him, though her pulse quickened under the heavy tension that filled the room. This wasn’t just any party. It was Harley’s grand celebration — the opening of her luxurious jewelry boutique. A display of wealth, power… and calculated image. She had invited Glen, likely praying he’d show up. What she didn’t expect… was that he’d bring someone with him. A woman. Proof that, even after cutting them all off, Glen could still walk in here — thriving, successful, untouchable. “Glen, I want to talk to you for a moment,” Harley said softly, approaching their table.

"Please, sir, have mercy!" Fighting the urge to rip this man to shreds, Quentin demanded, "Tell me, who put you up to this?" Harold shuddered at the sound of Quentin's voice, fear washing over him. "I-It was Xyla! I went to sleep with her, and she didn't charge me for it. Instead, she told me to throw acid at that woman…" Quentin felt sick to his stomach. He no longer held on to the belief that his savior's younger sister would never do something like that. Xyla was a bad person through and through. He must've been deluded to go to such lengths to protect her.

“I know you are hurt but it is not in our tradition to weep for the dead. It calls for a celebration instead because your Aunt Rhea gets to meet mother gaia.” Violet held Rhea's hands and flinched at how cold they were. In the past, there were so warm.. “I'm sorry, aunt Rhea.” Violet whispered. “I heard from the warriors that a man with blonde hair and green eyes killed the queen.” Violet felt chills erupt on her skin. “He is popularly known as Poison.” Violet looked at the distaste in Lilly's eyes and shuddered. “Mother—” “—Did you call the queen's killer your friend?”