Harrow A Novels & Stories

Around me, the image seemed to flicker with gray tones, devoid of color or life. The environment unfolded like a labyrinth, where shadow creatures took on the forms of familiar beings, whispering my deepest fears. Some emanated anger, while others sought to degrade me even further. As part of this ominous scenario, I witnessed one of the creatures, assuming the form of the elder Conan, take Harvey's life with a possessive smile. I shuddered, feeling the painful tightness in my heart.

Some people are filled with heartache and pain and they can only relieve themselves by turning their skin into their canvases and blades as their paint brushes. So my point being, you can never trust the world that much. Not really at all. It's a scary and dark place. One that's filled with lies and deceit, of course you can also find good people too, you just have to look a little harder. Let me teach you something. Become a person who's touch someone craves, but only when you become untouchable. Choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned. Drown them in the waters in which they drowned you. Make the shadows betray them, and serve you. Become wildly naive or dangerously intelligent. T

Cassandra said from behind me, before I could respond, and her voice was perfectly steady, "that you have been afraid of what I am for a very long time. Which explains quite a lot about why you did what you did to my mother." The room went very still. Harrow's composure, which had been holding through everything else, cracked open at the edges of that sentence. It was subtle and it was fast and he pulled it back within two seconds, but I had been reading wolves for twenty-nine years and I did not miss it. "Your mother," he said carefully, "was a complication."

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Hara is a beautiful strong werewolf who suffered from her abused alpha mate's. She was brutally beaten and hurt that she escaped from the pack. She got a job as a part-time as a waitress in a bar, where she got to met Ryder who was her boss and the owner of the bar. He was the Alpha of the Red cross pack, the strongest pack in the werewolf kingdom. Upon seeing the pregnant Hara who was also his fated mate, he unknowingly falls in love with her.

As if it was a cue, suddenly, all the wolves howled in unison. AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! The ground shook. The snow at a faraway hill fell into an avalanche. And... KIEEEEEEEEEK! "JAVELINS! ARROWS!" Harriet screamed. SSST! The soldiers with their shoot into the sky. Their dazzling looked like reverse shooting stars in the night sky alongside the giant javelins installed on top of the city walls. Harriet turned back to the mages and said, "Go inside your barriers and get it as smaller as you can while adding its strength. Bring all the civilians with you."

“On my mark — inject. Don’t hesitate!” Ramirez’s hand hovered over the injector. “Are you insane? One wrong move —” Harrow met his eyes, cold, resolute. “One wrong move, we’re already dead. This is the only chance we get.” Subject Zero shifted again, its form flickering with fragments of both their reflections. Its voice, distorted and digital, boomed from every screen at once: “Why are you afraid?” Harrow’s jaw tightened. “We’re not afraid!” she shouted, voice steady despite the chaos. “We’re not your prey!”

But right now, your sisters need you, taken in by June's heartfelt words, April G lightly placed Trevor underground before standing up, ready to take on the harpy. Drop the forcefield, April G said. I will take care of this; Madison released the force field as the harpy released a Savage scream a flu towards the teenagers. But April G channeled pink lights through her hands and released a massive shockwave by clapping her hands and the harpy’s direction. Upon contact with the shockwave, the harpy began to rapidly age until it fell to the ground as a lifeless corpse. You did it, June said as she hugged April G.

The name alone didn't sound very foreboding but she knew by the shocked and nervous looks on the faces of the men in front of her that she was wrong. "That actually makes sense," Guin breathed, "I can't believe we didn't realize it with her incessant screaming." "What is a harpy," Saraid asked. "A harpy is usually a peaceful creature. They live in the wooded areas, never leaving their families. It is only when one of their own is threatened that they become a threat. They call to their families by crying out or wailing as you call it, which acts as a gps for their families to find them. When angered, their eyes glow red and they can blind a room full of people if you look directly into thei