Harmony Hollow Novels & Stories

I will never understand humans. "You need to find better friends," I tell him. After the boys have left, the silence of the park closes in around me again. Loop City. From here I can see the highway that runs around the city in the long Loop that gives it its name. Orange sodium-vapor lights dot the dark road in sporadic intervals. Cars whoosh past. On the other side of the Loop is the Barren and beyond that, the parts unknown. I sigh. Everywhere is home to someone. And mine is somewhere out in the darkness past the Barren in those parts unknown.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Harlan quickly added, "Mr. Johnston has been in seclusion in the deepest part of Harmony Cavern! Is it possible that Mr. Lloyd meets Mr. Johnston?" Roman snapped, "Shut up. Mr. Johnston trains at the very end of the cavern. Only a Martial God can withstand the repeated assault of inner demons long enough to reach that place. Anyone else would be devoured by illusions before they got close and die with their mind shattered." Harlan muttered, "But Mr. Lloyd disappeared from sight. Moreover, when Harmony Cavern shifts between phases, we can't see inside. This only happens after someone clears all the trials!" Roman did not answer, but his jaw tightened. He simply could not believe Andrew had ma

she whispered. “What?” Her eyes stayed fixed on Dominic below us. “The Hollow recognizes him.” Cold crawled slowly through my chest. “What does that even mean?” She looked genuinely unsettled now and somehow that scared me more than everything else in this mountain combined. “The Hollow only answers blood contracts,” she said quietly. “Original bloodlines. Bound monarchs. Chosen anchors.” Her voice lowered slightly. “Not modern Alphas.” Another corpse hit the ground beneath Dominic’s hands and dissolved into black smoke entirely this time.

Harmony also jumps into the hole, the water barely reaching her calves. Her dark blue dress is stained with muddy water. Parker struggles to sit in the water, slipping a few times before standing up. Harmony's face is ashen, as if it could wring out water. Parker instinctively recoiled and hung his head, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt as if he had made a mistake. "Are you injured?" The smell of fresh blood lingered in the air, catching Harmony's attention.

That the bond did not make desire less human. It made it more honest. By the fourth day, they were talking more easily about his world. The pack. His brother Daniel. His rambunctious niece and nephew. Isabel, Daniel's mate. His family’s land. The lodge. The work behind the public version of Calder Ridge. Harmony sat cross-legged on the sofa with a notebook in her lap because apparently she could process supernatural information better if she turned it into categories. Adrian eyed the notebook. “Are you taking notes on my species?”

Her eyes widen. “What do you know, Malia?” she demands in a low whisper. “I overheard Grayson and Cordelia talking in the woods this morning,” I tell her. “He’s worried about the wolfsbane and…” “And?” she presses. “And hunters,” I answer, looking around before continuing. “He told her that we can’t stay here. I think we’re gonna leave before the next full moon.” “What the hell?” she growls at me. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

I said and picked up my things before I set off. I stopped and looked around. And I almost fainted from the nervousness and fear that enveloped me. N-no I have to fvcking calm down. “W-why is everything look old and abandoned? I-It's so dark.” I checked my phone again and holy shit, it is really 10 in the MORNING but why it's dark here! Don't fvcking tell me I'm in my shitty dream again! It's pissed me off! My hand couldn't help but tremble as I dialed Elisa's number.