Harpy Hare Oc Novels & Stories

"Would your pack happen to know the hidden location of the harpies?" Despite not remembering my past or my name, I clearly remembered the damned harpie that took my child from me. Her proud face. Her flashing eyes. Even that damn smile she gave as she waved goodbye as my child collapsed in her arms. "The harpies?" Dax murmured, rubbing his chin. "Last I heard, they made their home in the Arcadian islands." Arcadian Islands : Something about that name rang a bell, but I didn’t know why. "So you do know where they are?" I asked, feeling my hope build even more. "Can you get there?"

Harmon turned on me with a feral look in his eyes. “You!” he snarled “You and your pack took everything from me,” he jumped up and I felt a kick to the side before I could react, “My pack, my mate, and my children, if it wasn’t for that bastard Malcolm Bowman then neither of my children would have been caught up in all this.” He landed another blow to my stomach and I wheezed in pain. “First off,” I saw Zoey stalking over the furious look on her face “Cade isn’t in that pack, he is a hybrid and we are not associated with that vile piece of shit,” she slammed straight into Harmon knocking him away from me.

The Harpy begins to disintegrate into ash as the dark mist draws back to his hand. The last two harpies race toward us. The nails on their clawed fingers extend even longer. Reaper perches on my shoulder. I raise my chin and narrow my eyes at the Harpies, ‘Tumultuous Volley,’ I say. A storm cloud appears above them, and lightning strikes them dead. I lower my hands and close them and watch the cloud disappear. I turn and face Alec, ‘They’re getting closer,’ I say in a worried tone. Alec clenches his hand tighter over his arm and glares into the distance.

Before the harpy could use her talons or teeth to harm Kerra, the snowcat ripped open the throat of the creature. Rhobart tried to stab the remaining harpies, but they flew up, and he couldn’t reach them. The harpies launched another attack, one from behind and the other from the right. Rhobart averted them, but as he reached to take his dagger out, he got injured. Badly. One of them got close enough to dig her talons into Rhobart’s right shoulder. Warm blood ran down his chest. “Rhobart!” Ayla screamed. Before the harpy could fly away, Rhobart caught one of her legs with his left hand and buried his sword to the hilt in her chest. The creature screamed while she flapped her wings once more

Amanda said while handing out three pieces of paper to the Harpy, “So can you perhaps ask your mama to explain them further?” “Yes!” the Harpy replied immediately, glad that something is entrusted to her by her friend, “Me ask mama!” The Harpy left excitedly after getting her new task. She practically ran across the chamber despite the creatures that were roaming around and disappeared from sight even before Amanda could give more instructions.

His body falls to the floor finally, and putting a foot down on his chest, the harpy twists his head violently off and holds it up. That is all that is left of him. That head, muzzled till death. I feel that pity again, an emotion I have no business feeling and rather than look at what’s left of The Scythe, I look at the harpy instead. What demonic creatures, under the beck and call of the royals. No one knows how they were created, or how they are controlled. The only truth about them is that they are the wolf-predators we all never saw coming. They are superior to us, and I feel like it when I stare into the harpies’ gaze. The harpy looks exactly the same as the six others, it could be mal

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.

Her fur was pitch black, and her eyes glowed a sickly green. Gasps rippled through the crowd. “What is that?” someone whispered. “Stop her!” another voice hissed. Harper let out a guttural snarl, her movements jerky and unnatural. She lunged at the second initiate, a boy named Connor, who barely dodged in time. The pack erupted into chaos as Harper’s mutated form tore through the circle, attacking anything in her path. Alpha Alexander’s voice cut through the panic. “Why is she still breathing, Ethan?”

"Well, I hope I never cross paths with one." "You should." "So, how does it feel to be a direct descendant of the moon goddess?" I laughed. Harper shrugged. "It's nothing great. I would much rather have a black fur coat. It's more inconspicuous and harder to spot in a forest. Silver fur stands out. But I make it up with my strength and speed." "Oh, so modest of you to mention that." I teased him. "I have something for you." Harper slowly walked to his desk and opened a drawer. He took out a half-eaten chocolate bar from it and handed it over to me.

Finding the distance between them a little dangerous, that she could even feel his warm breath on her neck, Harper quietly stepped back a little. "Why?" asked Wyatt with a frown. "It's because I am an Omega," Harper replied in a low voice. "Omega? How could you be an Omega?" Wyatt held out his hand to Harper, trying to confirm her physical state. He had no doubt that his senses were not mistaken, but why did Harper look as if she had no sense of mate bond at all and said she was Omega herself? There must be something wrong. "It's none of your business." Harper saw his hand reach for her and instinctively tried to dodge it, finding herself backed into a corner with no way out.