Harpy Hare Clementine Novels & Stories

Elizabeth Clementine looked at Jason with disdain as he stepped into the werewolf gathering. She thought it was extremely disrespectful how she was particularly denied access to his mating ceremony but as soon as crisis came knocking, he remembered that she existed. She was a young witch, with shirt blonde hair and clear Hazel eyes. She was petite in stature, around 4 '10 and pretty much everyone here towered above her, especially the Halem Moonlight Alpha that looked down at her like she was nothing.

Harvhey looked at the window and watched the bird that was singing on the windowsill. "I'll do my best so I could take him here." Celine swore, then fetched for his hand. "I promise." Celine is not Freea, but she is Freea's child. And even though she is the daughter of the woman he loved and his longtime friend, Harvhey was so happy to have this child by his side during this moment. He can feel the warmth from the most special persons in his life, Freea and Klide. Staring at Celine's beautiful face, her small face, big eyes, tiny yet pointed nose and pink lips, Harvhey saw the resemblance of her mom. "You really resemble your mom," he uttered.

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.

He stood with the quiet authority of a man who had seen generations rise and fall. "Then proceed, Mr. Ryder. But if Kian is truly back... truly the man he once was... this won’t be as clean as you think." Harlin said nothing. Mr. Clementine walked to the window, staring into the misty garden beyond. "Send me everything. And rest assured, I’ll keep Lena in the dark. For now." Harlin turned to leave. The fire crackled. And behind it, a storm slowly brewed. --- Mr. Clementine stepped out into the open air, his cane tapping against the pavement with each step. He had barely reached the end of Harlin's drive when a sleek black car rolled to a stop at the corner.

She didn’t want to see those eyes again. To her surprise, there was a man holding a leashed animal outside the kitchens. About the size of a pig, it had a body similar to a kangaroo/deer hybrid with hoofed feet. The head had a distinctly jackrabbit look about it, and the ears were long. The body was dull brown with white markings on its legs, belly and tiny, tufted tail. “This is a deerhare,” Jayems explained. “You know him better as sausage.” She grimaced as the handler led the animal away. “Ugh! Do you always introduce your guests to their breakfast?”