Harpy Hare Book Novels & Stories

Grace began softly, her voice carrying a strange weight: “In a vast forest ruled only by wolves, there came a lone hare. The wolves had already hunted every other creature, dominating the land with teeth and claws. But this hare fragile, juicy, foolish enough to step into their territory, surely had only one fate. The wolves lunged. The hare darted, not away, but straight between them. Snarls and howls filled the meadow as the wolves collided, snapping at each other in confusion. The hare vanished into the tall grass.

Then he glanced at the rabbit and the chemicals, asking, “What exactly are you doing… sneaking around?” The question sent Harper’s heart to her throat. Her mind raced at lightning speed. ***

I bolted up to the stairs and didn't need to open numerous doors to find him, I reached for the first room where I find him talking to a tomb of a lady. "Help Tiffany! She’s being chased by hunters and one of them almost shoots her paw!" I caught my breath and Tyler placed the book he was reading on his lap. He was on a maroon sofa with a lampshade beside him, he was facing the tomb with fresh orchids placed in a vase. I must've interrupted their reading moment. "No, you did not." Tyler closed his book and focused his amber eyes on me. "Blake can get away with that, Harriet. Don't worry about him."

The beginning was silent. "The others are frightened," Harmony continued. "Not just of what almost happened. Of what it means. If someone as wise as you, someone who saw true unity, someone who understood real oneness, could be so wrong... how can any of us trust our understanding? How can anyone teach? How can we know anything?" "They should be frightened. I was frightened. My certainty was terrifying." "Yes. But they need guidance through that fear. And who better to guide them than someone who knows exactly how dangerous certainty can be?"

But even they couldn't hold on indefinitely. A frightening scream whistled above him and the Alpha leaped, catching hold of the harpy attempting to board the plane, shaking his head viciously Eric slashed through the membrane, and as the harpy took her last breaths he looked her in the eyes so she would know who sent her back to her maker.

Alastor was at the stove cooking away, and Harriet had her face resting on the breakfast nook table. “Whatcha doing there, Hare?” I questioned her as I peeled off my jacket and plopped down beside her... Books were in various stacks all across the table. I picked one of the books up and recognized the name, Andre Armando. I glanced around; they were all Adre Armando’s journals. “How many years have you read?” “Too many.” Harriet partially picked up her head off the table and then let it fall back down with a dull thud.

I looked up on hearing a voice There stood a boy with hazel eyes and brown hair staring at me. In his hand was a small sword which he was pointing at me My teary red eyes met his hazel ones which were staring at me with anger. "I......I............mama..............sh.......she....................." I couldn't form a word with his angry eyes staring at me and that sharp sword pointing at me. He pulled down his sword and took dangerous steps towards me. I backed up only to press myself more against the bark . "Pl....ease.......... Don't............................kill............"

She’s My Fire Book 2 of the Harmony Moon Series Prolog *** NINETEEN YEARS AGO *** Harper watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn’t just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.

However, my heart won't let it happen. I keep moving in the direction of the warren for several minutes. I start to second-guess my choice as the hare's scent wanes. But hope returns to me just when I'm about to quit up. Nearer. More powerful. My heart leaps with victory as I break through a thicket and hear the patter of paws and labored breaths behind me. My forecasts came true. As I sprint, my gaze searches ahead, and suddenly I see it. A white-furred hare hops between stones, dashes beneath logs, and kicks back on its hind legs. I exert more effort to close the gap, its aroma a tribute to my triumph.

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.