Harpy Hare Clementine Novels & Stories

He lifted my blouse to look at my belly when I slapped his hand and pushed it away. "I'm fine." Marcus's older brother Adrian came out asking what the deal was. "Send for a healer. And don't wake any more people up. Everything is fine." "What the hell was that?" Max asked in confusion. "Laelia is a shapeshifter, and a Harpy," Marcus said in a low voice. I had no idea what a Harpy was. All I could remember were those wings on Tulio's shoulder that looked like the tattoo of an eagle or phoenix.

I pause for a moment to let the news of my mating with Cissy ring out loud and clear. "I, Crown Prince Harad Godfrey, am now mated to the Alpha Female Ciciane Humphrey and my twin brother Herod Godfrey is mated to the Beta Daughter Xanne Maxwell, both of the Eclipse Howlers," I announced formally. "Our mating ceremony will take place next week when Cissy turns eighteen."

The minutes stretch long, and just as I’m about to declare that we proceed without them, another convoy appears. A few sleek black vehicles pull up, and from the lead car steps Alpha Celine Harper of the Shadow Vale Pack. She is striking, raven haired, with eyes the color of molten gold. Her presence alone demands attention. She wears a fitted dark blue tunic with a high collar, her arms adorned with intricate silver cuffs. She’s taller than most women, but it’s the sheer intensity in her gaze that makes her intimidating. Her twenty warriors move in perfect synchronization, their armor glinting under the dappled sunlight.

Lucian grumbled as he watched her perfect apple bottom bounce down the street. “If she had a wolf, we wouldn’t feel the intense need to protect her,” I replied honestly. Clementine wheezed after the first two kilometres and rested her head against a tree to catch her breath. Her plump pink lips panted hard as she licked them. She took her glasses off and used the hem of her t-shirt to wipe her face. The soft creamy skin of her torso got my attention before she covered it again.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

He looks back at Greta but before he can say anything, she says, “My name is Harper. I am Greta’s Fairy and I know what you want me to do and I will help, but not for Prince Jeremiah…” Harper doesn’t hate Prince Jeremiah as she had seen the good in him during the time he spent at the Royal Blood Moon pack, but with everything that he caused to happen to those she sees as family, he can’t be forgiven easily. Harper always likes the shock she causes when they don’t remember exactly what a fairy can do. She smiles as Finn looks at her with shock before schooling her face and continuing, “I will be back on the night of the full red Luna Eclipse to help perform the ritual. You are very lucky a mo

She has a huge rack of antlers, larger than any deer in the human world and they look like they’re made of gold. ‘My Queen,’ the deer says, bowing to Lily. Lily walks up to her, inclining her head. “GoldMoon is the Ceryneian Hind of Greek mythology,” Lily tells us. Tanya gasps, but I don’t understand the reference. The giant deer turns her head to look at me. ‘Hello, hybrid.’ “Hello, GoldMoon.” Lily turns and looks at me. “Did she speak to you?” “Yes. Is that odd?” I ask.

They could still have kits and the Hares were a declining race who needed fertile no-furs now more than ever. From what Ink had gleaned from the Hares on the ship when a no-fur was bred by a Hare, they always had a litter of Hares. Never no-furs and very rarely were the Hares born Omegas, what they called "bunnies." The only bunny that Ink had met was Bright, and he was jealously guarded by his mate Tallgrass. Not that any harm would come to him on this ship. No Hare would raise a paw against a bunny.

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

' Rae untangled herself from Zeek, licked his snout, and took off. Of course, we follow. I am wondering if I should recognize Harley as a Lycan female. It would be hard to miss for any self-respecting werewolf. Now, seeing Rae's sharp movements and flawless strides, her breeding is unmistakable. Rae gives Zeek a good workout, but when the old man gets tired, he stops their game of tag by dropping to the ground.