Harpy Hare Oc Novels & Stories

"You weird birds, your reign of terror is up as I..." One if the birds cut him off, "Silence human!" It was a female voice. "Do not compare us to mere birds", says another. "We are harpies, the true birds of prey." "Ha-harpies?" Sebastian says. Now that she mentioned it, it became clear. All three harpies were females with bodies covered by white feathers and their hands filled with massive feathers that carried their weight in the air, only one of the harpies had green hair aside from the others that had white.

And I was the only person in Oakhaven who could see it. I ducked behind a dumpster as a black armored vehicle roared past the alley entrance. The sirens were everywhere now. I held my breath, pressing my back against the wet brick. I was seventeen, I had one day left until Selection Day, and I had just become the most wanted girl in the city. A shadow detached itself from the wall beside me. I gasped, ready to scream, but a hand clamped firmly over my mouth. "Don't make a sound," a boy’s voice whispered in my ear. He smelled like ozone and damp earth. "If you want to live, follow me."

Harpies snatched male wolves from the ground, carrying them into the night like prey. “Why do they kidnap them? For their master?” Darius asked. Maya’s throat tightened. “For… reproduction.” Darius’s face darkened. As if to answer, the proof unfolded just meters from the window. Two harpies pinned a struggling man, while a third straddled him, r*ding him with the wild lust. Her shrill laughter rose as she climaxed, head thrown back in ecstasy—then, without hesitation, she leaned forward and slit the man’s throat with her dagger. His blood sprayed as her cackle echoed into the night.

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.

“Yeah I’ll be sure to put that in my calendar right next to sleeping.” “You’ve gotten so lazy.” She huffs. Then she takes off running again. She chases a rabbit for awhile before giving up. She winds her way through the trees, before stopping by the stream again to take another drink. Then we hear a branch break. Harper lifts her head and sees another wolf across the water standing on top of a boulder. The wolf is big and light brown with traces of white laced through its fur. “We’ve been seen. What should I do?” Harper asks me.

She huffs, seeming more annoyed now than scared and says, “You can’t stop this from happening, Hen.” Charlie asks, “Where are you two from?” Hendrix glares at him in response, it’s obvious that Charlie won’t get any answers out of him right now. I speak up, hoping to help ease some of the tension, “Look, you both want this girl… I’m sorry, what was your name?” I’m surprised when she looks at me and I see that she has pale purple eyes. She answers softly, “Harper.” I nod my head, “You both want Harper. We come from a pack with plenty of space. Let us check in with our superiors, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem for you to come and stay for at least the first night.”

With a dazzle of mystery and excitement at the mention of somewhere she had never heard of, never mind somewhere she had never been. Master Fenn also shook his head, but his chaperone, Lord Fielder, spoke up. "I've heard of them, but we have never come into any contact with them." "They're also a clan of peace and abundance, but their territory is hard to navigate, even with our wings. There's a bit of a remoteness to them, though their medicine doctors are some of the wisest harpies you may ever meet." The female peacock's eyes were glazed, she was clearly lost in a memory of hers, but she contained with some more information, "There's then the hummingbird harpy. They are the ones most in t

About thirty minutes of keystrokes later, he shouted, "Got it!" What Megan saw displayed on the screen when she looked was a comprehensive list of different transport vehicles that were active in the Arctic region like Sammy had said alongside their time of activation and coordinates of their destinations, including data logs of their suspected transported cargos. "This information's huge!" she gasped at the sight of it. "It'll take us hours to sort through it to get even a tiny bit of what may prove useful to us." "Not necessarily, Miss Months," Dennis countered, and with a gesture, he highlighted the list and said, "Computer, accounting for Item 13's specifications, classified and otherwis

' 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.

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.