Harpy Oc Novels & Stories

All I could remember were those wings on Tulio's shoulder that looked like the tattoo of an eagle or phoenix. "Is this a family thing? Running in their blood?" I asked Marcus. "They are the descendants but only a select few can shift." "Don't judge me but what is a Harpy?" I could only think of the sons of Harpy from the Game of Thrones but that didn't make any sense. "Harpies are the hounds of Zeus," he said. I was still clueless. "The punishment agents??" He said. "Oh! The snatchers."

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.

Haria said in a surprised voice. "Thank God we met again. I miss you so much, Haria. Even now that you're already mated to Marky, you're still the one I love and the only one inside my heart. And that will never change," Jacob said with excitement in his voice. He could hardly explain the happiness he felt now that he saw the female alpha he loved so much. And he almost didn't want to let go of her hand. "Wait, Jacob," Haria said as she pulled her hand away from the omega. "I-I am with Marky. He just bought something and left me here for a moment," she said seriously. "We shouldn't be talking. He might see us."

Michael had heard that they had prehensile tails that they could use to cling to branches and the like when perching, but he had never understood the dynamics of the appendages until now. One harpy stepped forward. It was a female, and she possessed a severe beauty that took many of the Strays by surprise. To Robbie, she resembled a bodybuilder he had seen on television by the name of Cory Everson, except that her skin was gray and her short hair was pitch black.

"Care to tell me why you're trying to break down this door?" The blue haired one glared at him. "It's none of your business. So get lost." Marcus chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "It's my business though. I don't tolerate harassment in any form and—" "It's not harassment!" the black haired one said, stepping forward. He smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Harry." Marcus stared at the hand for a beat before looking at him. "How is that my concern?" Harry flushed in embarrassment before taking his hand back. "The omega in there is my partner and he went into heat."