Lock Screen Harley Quinn Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Hecate POV The letters were hidden in the folds of my robe, pressed against my stomach, warm from my body heat. Three sheets of parchment, each one sealed with black wax and the imprint of a crescent moon. Luna Nyra's personal seal. The symbol of the Midnight Pack's true power. Finnick had not risked coming to Emberclaw just to see me. He had not braved the rogue forest and the border patrols and the ever present threat of discovery simply to hold me in a back room and remind me of summers long past.

Kylie sings, putting an outrageously expensive Birkin in everyone’s faces. There are responses. Lifeless ones. “Barbara, can you send those pictures, please?” I say as I give her my phone. She reaches for it, and the screen comes on. My lock screen wallpaper: Sophia pushing her hair out of her face, wearing her color of the summer. At the same time, Candace and Lewis stretch an arm for my phone. I beat them to it, withdrawing my phone. Everywhere goes dead silent. Candace immediately turns to me.

"I'm thinking of adding a shadow behind them. One of their wolves. The wolves they turned into that night, the ones who gave us these damn scars." Hawk nodded slowly. "Show them who they really are." "Damn right. Then they can take it home or wherever the hell they plan to put the paintings... Considering neither of our Moms would allow that bullshit in the house." Quill wanted to punch something but held back. He needed his hand in good shape to get these paintings perfect.

Tony walked past Dillon to make his way to Harley, full name: Harley Quinn. Sue him. His back to him, Tony motioned over his shoulder for Dillon to follow. He heard Dillon pivot again in his direction then jog to catch up. As he rounded the corner to the side of the building where Harley was parked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack with his lips. In the same motion, he flipped open his zippo to light up. It had been a bit since he had had one, so that first drag had him beyond relieved.

The hallway parted. Phones out. Whispers turned to cheers. Brittany stood by her locker, arms crossed, no crown, no smile. She opened her mouth: probably something about “vote stealing”: then saw Jake’s living cedar crown sprout a new branch toward her face and thought better. Seras stopped at her locker. Maple pendant flared. She pressed it to the metal door. Branding it immediately A perfect four-point spiral burned into the steel, flames licking the edges without scorching paint.

"Well, we're a team, Khloe. But you're the main target so of course, there will be times that I have to act alone." I gasped in disbelief. "Doesn't mean you have to put Hilary in danger. And I thought no phone for the meantime?" Quinn rolled eyes. "Yeah, I said that but this phone is different. It's specially encrypted with some sort of complicated code. No one can obliterate it unless you're a part of the Earl private security & defense services." "W-What?" Quinn sighed before she took out another phone from her bag and handed it to me. "It has a GPS. It can tell us the location of each other so keep it with you all the time. Do you understand?"

Alpha Mars’ POV I stood in the dungeon’s interrogation room waiting for my squad to arrive. After the torture and pain I felt from Ciara last night, I knew I couldn’t prolong this meeting any longer, plus I was running out of time with the Winter Moon Masquerade ball being only three days away. The sound proof solid room was the perfect location for this meeting. The walls were infused with silver to prevent anyone from listening to conversations. Nothing could penetrate in, not even mind-links. The only door was a solid steel door with a mechanical locking system. I left the door open while I wait, because once the entire squad was inside, I am the only one with the ability to unlock it.

I keep staring daggers at her and she gives me a satisfactory smile before turning her gaze away from me. “Klein, where are you taking us?” She asks, beaming at Klein who shoots her a brief glance. “You’ll see when we get there.” “Alright.” Her gaze drops from his face to the console and my eyes widen in shock when she picks up his phone from the console and double taps on the screen. “Tss.” She tuts and returns her gaze to Klein. “What’s this boring stuff you have as your wallpaper? Most men have their wives’ photos as their wallpapers, why don’t you?”

I could feel it. The room was filled with rows of dusty, old bookshelves that were now termite food. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the shelves, weaving their webs peacefully and undisturbed. A rectangular wooden table was across the room, with a rocking chair behind it. I noticed the painting of a young man hanging proudly on the wall above the chair, and written below it was “Alpha Hendrix of the Moonlight Pack.” Was this the same Alpha Hendrix Narah talked about? The one she said she saw in a vision or something—who wanted the Moon Jade and framed the silver wolf? There could only be one Alpha Hendrix, I thought, and that could be him on the wall.

Quinn unslung the velvet-wrapped staff from his back. It looked unassuming—ashwood polished to a soft sheen, its head carved in the shape of a crescent moon, runes glowing faintly silver. One-time use. A key, not a weapon. To open the barrier, to cross safely and to get back. After that, only Alpha Romero himself could recharge it with prayers from his own lips. Quinn glanced at us once—at Elio, at me(he never was one you could fool), at Isolde who stood smugly off to the side like the entire sea belonged to her—and then stepped forward.