Lian Harper Dc Comics の小説・ストーリー

The drops of water rolled down my body as I cleansed myself. I stepped out, my hair dripping wet and my body too. I walked to my closet as I pulled out my towel and began drying myself. When I was done I applied lotion and slipped on a pair of black jeans, a white shirt and a badass looking leather jacket. I dried my hair thing in a high ponytail and slipped on some awesome looking boots. I pulled out a black cape and slipped it on. Why am I dressed so comfortable? We are going to meet the Oracle today.

love, and I know I am no longer worthy of you. Cecilia grabs me up from the floor and looks deep into my eyes, and explains that she does not doubt my love for Harper but does question Harper's love for me. That it is a crazy and dangerous love, one she has never seen Harper in before and that this scares her. Because she would give herself up for you is not just a danger for herself but us all, and those like us. Harper's Vector is powerful because her kind is unlocked in ways not even I understand. We can not allow the black suits to have or know about any of this. Especially about Harper's abilities. They cannot know she is not like the rest of us. They must think she is just a simple ju

“Greater forces? What are you talking about? Explain, or step aside.” The figure’s eyes glinted. “There isn’t time for explanations. But know this: Harper’s origin is not what you think. She was created—not born. A human experiment gone wrong, designed to manipulate psychic energy. And now she’s evolving faster than anyone anticipated. If you fail to control her fully, she will transcend, and none of you will survive.” Lila’s pulse quickened. Created? Harper hissed inside her mind, furious: Lies! All lies! I am eternal!

She did not have to wait long. Harper appeared from the stairwell. She was tall with lean muscles, and her blonde hair was let down in a wavy style. She was in the grey uniform of the Pack’s inner guard, and there was a knife at her hip and a scar close to her eyebrow that pulled when she smiled. And she was smiling. It was not a friendly smile. “Hello, Kayla,” Harper said, her voice low and smooth. “Good to see you, future Luna." Kayla straightened, lifting her chin. “Hi Harper.”

Ravenhold Bastille, their most secretive and secure facility, now stood there. His territory. His rules. Harlan finally arched an eyebrow and glanced up, impatience simmering in his steel-grey eyes. “Alisher’s a lawyer. He goes to prisons. That’s what lawyers do. Now get back to your desk—I’m busy.” The assistant hesitated, then cleared his throat. “He wasn’t alone, sir. He was with someone.” Harlan’s eyes narrowed. “Ms. Aria Harper from Ironhide Pack.” The room fell dead silent.

Lily drops her hand onto her lap, the makeup mirror slipping from her hand and onto the couch beside her. “Really? Who! Have I met them?” Lily hopefully asks, her expression brightening ever so slightly. Harper stares at her daughter. She cannot believe how she gave birth to such a submissive woman. In this world, Harper believes that there are two types of wolves: prey and predators. When Harper was born, she knew that she was a predator, born to be a powerful werewolf.

She whispered. "Well then, isn't that a lot better? He can protect you if someone ever tries to stab you in the back-" "Are you Harper Williams? The Only Chamber who hooked up with the gorgeous, ever-stunning Killian Lake?" Uh-oh. Harper choked when a hot blonde girl dressed in hot pink approached her along with two hot blonde girls behind her who looks exactly like her clones. Or maybe they are, really her clones? Harper doesn't know. "Yes, I am Harper Williams, the only Chamber," She answered, and the blonde girl was about to say something again, but Harper butted in.

she pointed to the little blue character on her T-shirt, serious as ever “And I relate to him entirely.” Jake did laugh this time, unable to contain it anymore, “How so?” he managed to choke out. “He is powerful, built to destroy and is damn good at it,” Izzie explained to him in a patronizing tone, “And he does it all while being ‘cute and fluffy,’” she mimicked the character’s voice at the end, sending Jake into hysterics. Izzie could feel herself cracking up along with Jake; damn him and his infectious laughter. Okay, so she was a bit of a Lilo and Stitch fan.

It was an entire pack of them, and in front of them stood Liam together with two other men. Liam's eyes widened upon seeing Harper, and her demeanor went from scared to bitter when the mate-bond zapped between them. "You're my mate..." Liam said. "But you... You and I are enemies." Harper looked him up and down. Liam had dark hair, tanned skin, and red eyes. He was built like a warrior and wore the black fur of another werewolf around his neck. It could possibly be the prize of a duel to the death, and Harper swallowed.

"Well, I hope I never cross paths with one." "You should." "So, how does it feel to be a direct descendant of the moon goddess?" I laughed. Harper shrugged. "It's nothing great. I would much rather have a black fur coat. It's more inconspicuous and harder to spot in a forest. Silver fur stands out. But I make it up with my strength and speed." "Oh, so modest of you to mention that." I teased him. "I have something for you." Harper slowly walked to his desk and opened a drawer. He took out a half-eaten chocolate bar from it and handed it over to me.