Harpy Hare Book Novels & Stories

All of Harriet's requests were only to make Angel stay by her side a little longer, but it was also her request that made her sleepy. After being persuaded by Angel and Sean, Harriet finally went to the room on the condition that Angel read her a fairy tale book. Harriet's favorite fairy tale book is three piglets. For some reason, of the many books that Harriet has, Harriet never gets tired of that story. "Mommy..." Harriet called while holding Angel's index finger, she really prevented Angel from leaving. Her daughter's eyes were almost completely closed, but still her index finger was still tightly gripped. Angel closed the three piglets story book and put it on the shelf near the bed.

she forewarned her and glanced over her shoulder to look at Sage before taking up to the sky, her wings spreading out wide. “Whoa!” Harper eyes widen at the beautiful sight but her expression soon turned to that of pain. Just looking right below, she could see what the world had turn to and she felt an ache in her heart. Her eyes soon started to burn and it felt like the sun had entered her eyes and she was having a splitting headache. She complained to Bathilda who told her to shut it close and say nothing more.

Still looking at the bird, she googled the images of the bird, biting her lips intermittently as she waited. Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the phone beep occasionally. When the page opened, Storm glanced at the image of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wrong with her bird. ‘You aren't blind, though, are you?’ She sent the words, not even knowing if it would work; It was watching her too closely to be blind.

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Its beady black eyes examined me with an unhidden wonder at the large creature that was watching it. Reaching out a hand, I touched the water gently and waited as the harpie froze in place, seeming unsure. I knew that this was probably a dumb idea given that harpies liked to eat flesh, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. It was like something was sweetly commanding me to do it and I was lost. Opening its mouth in glee, the harpie shot up ready to attack, but a hand clasped my shoulder and pulled me back just in time to avoid it.

King Layden’s eyes softened. “You are a jewel Harper of the Harmony Moon pack. I look forward to visiting your pack and I invite you to the mythical lands as well. It is also your home if you wish.” Harper surprised him when she grabbed him up in a big hug. “Congratulations on starting your family, King and Queen Lycan.” I nodded my head at him, and Harper released him from her hug. “Thank you, Ki…” He stopped her.

It was always something of an interest to all at the table. Yet the Owlet twins didn't really seem to care too much about this. The curiosity in their round orange eyes had extinguished and been replaced with mischief, since Chaitav used derogatory humour. Lady Charula continued, "Do you know of the Parrot Harpy Clans of the forests of eternal rain and the smaller, more unusual harpies which reside there?" Seraphina replied, "No, I never have." With a dazzle of mystery and excitement at the mention of somewhere she had never heard of, never mind somewhere she had never been.

“What's your name?“ “Hailey,“ She replied. “I'm the only friend of Hara back when she was still at Red Moon Pack,“ “Only friend?“ I repeated. It was not total bullshit. I mean, since the peace treaty with humans, werewolves and humans can create whatever strong bond they wished to. I just find it strange she was the only one. Hara was one hell of a recluse, I must say. “Yes. Hara didn't have any friends. Just me,“ “Oh…okay. Have a seat, please,“ I gestured at the settees in the courtyard. She sat at the edge and I sat at the other edge.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

Its beady black eyes examined me with an unhidden wonder at the large creature that was watching it. Reaching out a hand, I touched the water gently and waited as the harpie froze in place, seeming unsure. I knew that this was probably a dumb idea given that harpies liked to eat flesh, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. It was like something was sweetly commanding me to do it and I was lost. Opening its mouth in glee, the harpie shot up ready to attack, but a hand clasped my shoulder and pulled me back just in time to avoid it.