Joker Kills Harley Novels & Stories

"We've prepared for this day. Your kind will be wiped out." Harley snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "We'll see about that." Just as Harley was about to deliver a finishing blow, a sharp pain shot through his side. He looked down to see a dart embedded in his flesh, the wolfsbane quickly taking effect. His vision blurred, and his movements slowed. The hunter smirked, his victory assured. "You're coming with us, beast." Harley struggled to stay conscious, but the wolfsbane was too strong. Darkness enveloped him, and he collapsed to the ground.

Harley Powers, known her entire life for being the mean girl — killed by an untimely change of heart. I grab the steering wheel as I watch her and just as I predicted, the person moves just as Harley is about to touch him. I notice her gasping as she takes a step back while the stranger, dressed in baggy jeans and a brown jacket, gets up from the road to block her way. He is wearing a black mask to cover his face and only his eyes can be seen. "And people say marriage is fun," I mutter under my breath as Harley starts to run back towards the car like a lost puppy.

The metal panel reflected her distorted, twisted expression. The wind on the rooftop howled as she burst through the door, snatching the breath from her lungs. Her eyes locked instantly on the sight at the center of the platform—Harley tied to a metal chair, his tiny wrists raw and bleeding from the rope. Jacqueline stood behind him, her white dress whipping wildly in the wind, the blade of a knife glinting cruelly against the boy's pulsing throat. "Mmmph! Mommy!" Harley's muffled screams were stifled by a gag. As he struggled, the knife grazed his neck, a thin line of blood trailing down his skin.

As soon as the voices vanished, I slowly opened my eyes and I was welcomed by a dark room with a window, letting some of the light crawl inside the room. I reminisced about everything as I was sitting alone in this gloomy place whilst staring at Madreign’s bloody flag. Beside me was a black rose. My attention was then stolen by a bird’s cry. As I gazed at it, it flew away. We fought together, but I was the only one left. If I could just bring back the past, I would. I would love us to reunite again and fly a kite on the mountain. Did I make the right judgment? I . . . brought them to death, and people still call me a hero. Maximaze Lativitus Park, the notorious Death Judge of Normous became

“Ah—!” Harley was in tremendous pain. She could never understand it. Why would the hick’s girlfriend have the bravery to attack her? Could it be that she thought she could do whatever she wished just because her boyfriend was the Melvises’ grandson? “Hubby, hubby, my finger is broken! My finger is broken! You have to avenge me! I want her arm broken! No, I want all her limbs broken!” cried Harley to Troy. She could have never imagined that things would get to this stage.

“You know I do.” “You don’t have to.” “Yeah, I do,” he says. “Bruce gave the order.” “Let me guess. He’s going to kill me?” “He’s going to let Kaely do it,” Harley says. “Kaely wants to reject you publicly.” “Yeah. I’m sure he does. But I have places to be.” Harley sighs. “Don’t make me hurt you,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “You want me to come quietly to my death?”

"She called for help, and not only did I hang up on her, but I also mocked her for pulling petty tricks like this." He was shaking violently. "I killed her, Chris. I was the one who sealed her fate with my own two hands." Throat tight with grief, Chris could only hold him closer. After all, any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of such truth and despair. After what felt like an eternity, Connor gradually stopped trembling. He pushed Chris away and staggered to his feet. His face wore an eerie, almost unnatural calm. He took off the uniform jacket that symbolized his role as a patrol officer and draped it gently and carefully over my mutilated body.

Adrin had forged my identity papers and discharge forms. "Luna, are you sure about this?" Adrin asked one last time. "Once you submit the rejection, there's no turning back." "For me, there has been no turning back for a long time," I said, watching the scenery fly past the window. "Since the moment he killed Rylan." The car stopped in front of a luxury office building downtown. It housed the pack's top law firm. "Luna, are you certain you wish to proceed?" the lawyer asked, reviewing the documents. "Rejecting an Alpha, especially a mate you have lived with for years, will cause you immense pain."

He mumbled and slowly walked to his bed. * * Harley was still very much awake as he chatted with Jasper on a video call via his laptop. They talked about their next move and the recent successful operation. "So..... any other petty attack?" Jasper asked. Harley laughed it off. "No but I know who ever it was....is waiting for another good opportunity. And I, Harley Finley...will be waiting." Jasper laughed. "You've always been waiting. You are like the invisible wind. I have something important to attend to...."

She let out a triumphant laugh and collapsed to the floor, her body still. Fuck! She killed her to stop even more questions, proving that she was not a spy, but a weapon sent and used by whoever was behind this attack. My world turned upside down as my wolf growled, knocking the air out of my lungs. “How will we find Harley now?”