Kite Man Harley Quinn Novels & Stories

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

She easily repaired the crater she'd created when she landed, like she thought she was Wonder Woman. As we started heading back to the pack lands, the hair raised on the back of my neck, and I turned to look back towards the dirt road once more. "Son of a bitch," I grumbled softly as my eyes landed on a tall, dark-skinned, handsomely rugged man who was talking with Maeve, Luke, and Peter and Amelia's boy, Stefan. "What are you looking ...... oh, you've got to be fucking shitting me," Keahi said as she looked at the small group of people. "Well, at least we both got those tattoos, so we're not butt ass naked after our shift."

“Oh wow. It’s such an honor to meet you.” Laying it on a little thick, aren’t we? Artemis Teases. Maybe. But honestly, I want to see how long it takes this guy to realize I’m from his own pack. Kieran holds out his Hand. “I’m Kieran Vale. Alpha heir of the Moonridge Pack. Maybe you've heard of me?” I blink. Give him my best innocent look. “Oh! Wow. Nice to meet you.” I shake his hand and jolt. It’s like static, but heavier. Electric. His hand grips mine a second too long. I look up. His expression has shifted. Briefly. A flicker of confusion. Did he feel it too?

The passenger door was ripped off its hinges before the vehicle had even stopped sliding. A silhouette detached from the snow—a Council Stalker, wearing a silver-alloy mask and carrying a kinetic harpoon. He aimed directly for Phoenix’s throat. "Get down!" Kael roared. He didn't wait for her to move. He threw his massive, wounded frame across the center console, his broad back becoming a shield of flesh and bone. The harpoon struck his shoulder with a sickening, wet crunch. Kael let out a sharp, compressed gasp—the sound of a lung being forced to surrender—but he didn't falter. He grabbed the harpoon’s cable with his charred hand and yanked.

“If I were you, I would leave before you are unable to.” “Do you really think I would come here without backup?” Artemis scoffed. Suddenly a man appeared. The man was as tall as Hunter, with a similar appearance, other than the wings on his back. His hair was as black as a raven’s, with blue eyes. His complexion was a little darker as if he had bathed in the sun for far too long.

“Me? “I’m just a kept man. “Kairi’s man, in fact. “Normally, I wouldn’t do something like this in your eyes. “But there’s just no other choice. Can’t a kept man act boldly when his woman’s being threatened? Harvey smiled while glaring coldly. “Come. Make your choice. “If you can’t do it yourself, then let me help you. “You belong to the Suicide Squad, right? You’re not scared after all that flaunting now, are you?” Harvey quickly pulled the green wire out while he was speaking. Clack! Blood was spraying all over the place once again. “Aaagh…” Sakamoto wailed when he wanted to stumble back, but Harvey held him close.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Kieran’s eyes burn the man’s back, glaring at it, and before the man could reach the handle, he speeds through the air, disregarding all restrictions by the air. His fingers grip the man’s neck as they turn into talons, which pierce into the man’s skin and cut his arteries. When he removes his hand, the man falls to the ground, dead. “And why did you kill him?” “Well, he’s useless.” Kieran claims as he kicks the man’s body to the side. “If there’s anyone hungry, I shall like to have dinner now.” Kyle shrugs at Kade before he follows behind Kieran. At the dining table, Carla, Alana, and Lyra make an entrance, snickering as they each slide onto the brothers’ laps.

Said the man, he then turn his attention to me, “And, this must be the miss with Hyacinth heart?” I nodded my head. “Yes, that would be me. Nice to meet you, Alpha Arrowroot. My name is Cattleya Hunt.” “Nice to meet you, miss Cattleya Hunt.” He then spread his hand, “Welcome to my land." This is it, this is the protection that she has told me. Possibly, the man from the Hemlock pack still searching for us, and lying low, will definitely work in our favor. The other member of the Arrowroot pack is still in their wolf form, just like the War team. The only exception was Ash and the two drivers. I can see they sustained some injuries.

My water broke Travis, please, please find us,* I beg. He’s in range, I tell myself that’s a good thing. Keep the focus on his connection. I feel his rage, his anger and I can’t even imagine what my dad is feeling. Grouch was his brother, his best friend for decades. If he’s the bastard who tried to mark Kylie well over a year ago, just how long has he been backstabbing the Flyers?? That’s just not something a Flyer would do, for all their faults. They don’t mark a female without the consent of both her and her animal. Kylie was still a pup!