Harpy Hare Book Novels & Stories

One of the ladies was taken by a harpy. Harpy was a monster having a woman's head and body, and a bird's wings and claws. They were just low-grade monsters, but they were also hard to deal with because they were flying and they were quick. Harpies loved to eat beautiful young ladies for them to maintain their youth and beauty. James and the red knights tried to save the lady but they could not catch the harpy. Kaida decided to stay put together with other ladies but she changed her mind when she saw one harpy tried to attack James. In her quick movement, she instantly killed the harpy.

Jumping and clawing the child attempted to snag the Harpie that was quickly growing further and further out of her reach. Too shocked Danica could only watch as the scene unfolded before her, she watched little her in a ferile state that she remembered nothing about as the harpie disappeared into the sky. Danica couldn't quite place her finger on it, but something about that harpie seemed familiar. Looking to the sky where she had disappeared she couldn't help but wish she had a bit longer to examine her. A ferile snarl drew Danica's attention back to the little girl that was now facing off with a much younger version of Martha. Martha had her hand to her mouth in shock as the ferile chil

As soon as the car stopped, they all stepped out, filing into the coffee bookstore. “I can't believe you brought us to a book store, Harps.” Joyce chuckled as they walked into the small yet large space. “Really? What's the next thing we will be getting?” She grumbled. “You just wait and see,” Harper winked. She ignored her friends death stare as she walked away to the area she wanted. She wanted to read every book she can find to prepare her to be a mother. That was whare the idea had came from when she saw the bookstore. But reading could be boring especially if it is done alone. She didn't want to put herself on the spot and so she pulled her friends with her knowing that they would do not

Others that sent shivers down my spine. The Blood Rite. The Lupus Regnum. Pack of the Ninth Howl. My breath hitched as I flipped further. Some of these things… They were supposed to be myths. Myths I wasn’t supposed to find in a journal sitting in Harper’s closet. “What are you doing?” I froze. The voice came from behind me—quiet, calm, but unmistakable. Harper. I turned slowly as my heart pounded so loud. She stood in the doorway, still barefoot from her walk, hair was slightly damp. But there wasn't any anger on her face.

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He often observed her around, and he admire every tip of her yet he soon found out that he has a rival. Hades wants to own Harlow, he did all he could just to have their closure yet she despises her upon knowing his plans for the world. Harlow seek for council, she read hundreds of books and locked herself inside their library. The fact that she receives various love letters from different princes from different kingdoms— she's out of focus and once more she rejected all her suitors. After almost a month of seeking, she finally found the right book, and inside of it was a map towards the place of celestial beings—the Truest Crest. A book that uncovers the mysteries of both the heavens and he

Instead, Harper's pupils narrowed, thinning into slits, and the amber in her eyes bled outward until her wolf stared directly through the glass at Kayla. Kayla froze. She'd seen Harper's wolf before, in their first year of high school after her first shift, but this was different. Harper's wolf was quicker, sharper, and eerily silent. No shift, no growl, no words, just the overbearing presence of a delta and a territorial instinct flare. Compelled to look away, Kayla weirdly found her gaze fixated on the superior wolf of Harper. Until the heavy snap of the dark curtains swallowed Harper, Kayla finally looked away.

I was a boy—some eleven or twelve years, maybe—with a pair of legs as white as the moon, suspect quaking with only the weight of manifest horror. The air was thick with dampness from the earth, mixed with something sharper, something that spoke of presence: in a far-off corner, a hare was hiding, matted brown fur streaked with dirt and large, wide round eyes that seemed to glint lithely in the darkness. It remained there unmoving, staring at me, the breath shallow, like the angry, heaving of a chest.

"Try not to hit a squirrel, Romeo." "I’ll try not to miss." They slipped out into the cold, cheeks pink against the November air. Their first stop was the downtown bookstore. Harper wandered the aisles, fingers grazing book spines like they were old friends. Jaxon stuck close, occasionally reading a random sentence aloud from whatever book he’d picked up. "This one says ‘nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.’ I feel personally attacked."Harper laughed. "Put the diet book down and find me poetry." They bought two used paperbacks and left with fingers still laced together.

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.