Harmony Fanfic Novels & Stories

"What?" She crossed her arms, chewing her lip like she was weighing her words, then finally sighed. "Look, we all know it’s insane enough that you exist in the first place. A hybrid of two things that have never really mixed. And I believe this might be a consequence of that and more, Harlyn." Her eyes flickered with something peculiar, not pity, but a bystander's understanding. "I believe the opposing natures of lycanthropy and sorcery have somehow... split. Manifested into individual entities that are both fighting for dominance."

“It was easy to realize it's the same with you; where's the anchor?” “Why are you interested in hearing about my mate?” I asked. “Because I had a revelation,” said Bruno. “I'm going to heal them; we have no time to waste. We must stop Hakan from stealing her powers from her, and if you are who you think you are, you must know that you can summon the chaos magic the anchor gave you when you bonded.” Aris and I looked at each other immediately. We didn't know what the man was talking about, but the last thing we could lose was hope, so we agreed to let the man heal us. Bruno did it quickly and efficiently; by the time he finished healing us, our bodies were intact.

"I always knew. He just needed a sweet, loyal mate to keep the Council off his back while he played around with his real lovers. You weren't his soulmate, Valentina. You were his cover story." The phone in my hand started to vibrate. It was Harold calling. Every sob that racked my chest felt like a blindside body check, knocking the wind out of me. I thought about the thousand miles, driving through midnight blizzards just so he’d have a familiar face in the stands. Or the way I’d spend hours on my knees, icing his swollen knees until my own hands were numb and blue. Even with his father’s wealth, Harold had been a wreck when we met, talented but unfocused.

I dragged him with me, heart thudding. “Did that just—” “Yep,” I whispered, eyes still wide. We peeked around the corner like children spying on a crush. Justine was still staring at Harmony. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost and a goddess in the same person. She touched her chest, like the bond had slammed into her. Then Harmony—Harmony the slick-talking, arrogant Lycan—smiled. A real smile. “Wow,” he said. “You’re… you’re her.”

I knew that laugh from anywhere. "Fucking Harmon", I seethed out loud and it was followed by more laughs. Harmon Fletch was one of the female a****n warriors who was sent here on orders of Xavier, to protect the kingdom but, more importantly, me. Xavier didn't want me to train, but I have been secretly training with Harmon over the last two months. My skills as a warrior have been amplified 10 times over than before, though I will always be grateful for the many lessons from Sabrina, Lori, and Adam. Harmon is an extraordinary fighter and a very exotic-looking a****n. She is the same height as me with black hair, honey-colored skin, and light green eyes. She is more like an annoying sister th

I know, but I want to gauge his feel for war. “It will start a war between the packs. A war we couldn’t survive…” Harmon says defeatedly. “IF I was mated to anyone else BUT YOU!” Ari shouts as if pointing out something even I didn’t realize. Harmon’s eyes lit up in realization. A grin, or smile, or smirk, or something more sinister crosses his face. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like! Love it? Write me a review!

"And you don't want that?" "No," Harper flashed Saint a sad smile. "I wish to find my true mate. Call me silly all you want, but the mate-bond is sacred in my eyes. The calls of destiny and the moon goddess are romantic." "I see..." Saint searched her face. Harped thought he seemed way too interested in her lately. It always made her apprehensive. "What if your mate would turn out to be your worst nightmare? Would you still think it was romantic?" "Worst nightmare?" Harper hummed. "Do you mean a bad person?"

Jaguar yelled, he wanted to make her his mate, but he was staring at a mate mark on her neck, "How did this happen?, when did this happen?" He asked, he was furious. "You don't believe it right?" Ava asked, smirking. "It's the Unbelievable Truth, but Connor and I bonded a long while back, and there's nothing you can do to alter that, Alex slemons!" *****

“I’ve given you quite a lot of time to think carefully about this. You….” I stood up to face him, not caring about anything anymore. He could do whatever he wanted but he couldn’t take my soul. “You still have the same blind hope that Hatoldvis going to come for you, well, sorry to dash your hopes but preparations are underway for a wedding. The wedding of Harold and Avery.” “You could’ve had everything! You would be my Queen! But you’ve thrown that away, showing me now that you don’t want that. You’re ungrateful!”

"Every time I close my eyes, I feel the bond pulling at me. Feel him out there, not knowing what we are. It's like being torn in half." Sera's hand finds mine under the table, squeezing gently. "I'm so sorry." I watch as Vivienne feeds Garrett a piece of fruit, her fingers lingering on his lips. He doesn't react with passion, but he doesn't reject her either. Just accepts it with the same patient tolerance he's shown all her advances. Harmony is howling in my mind, a constant keen of distress. Our mate. Another female touching our mate. Make her stop. Make her— I can't, I tell her, not for the first time. He doesn't remember us. He thinks she's his girlfriend.