Luthor Harkon Novels & Stories

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

Dressed in dark robes, he radiated a malevolent energy that clashed with the tranquility of the surroundings. The werewolf leader growled, his voice laced with suspicion. "Who are you?" The figure smirked, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the clearing. "I am Soren, the Protector of the Heartstone. And I don't take kindly to intruders." Luna, with her silver eyes ablaze, stepped forward defiantly. "We are not intruders, Soren. We seek to protect the Heartstone, just as you do." Soren chuckled, a sound as chilling as the whisper of the wind. "Protect it? You think a pack of mere mortals can handle the power it possesses? You underestimate its might, the dangers it holds."

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

His gaze darkened as he looks into my eyes, as if he has done it a thousand times before. "Zanicus," he said, standing up. My heart thudded viciously in my chest as I scan him from head to toe. Zanicus Draco. Leader of the elders in the werewolf council. Apparently, last I heard he wanted me dead. He had declared it among all the packs and had sent out a whole search party to find me. Now that he has found me, no doubt he will have my head. But I won’t go down so easily. Not without a fight.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

He trained to command troops like a warlord, and then he had to become a leader for the people. "Believe in yourself; at the very least, you are not a slave. And I appreciate it when you take me to a healer. I believed my life was nearly over," Lora stated. She didn't care anymore; her clothes were dirty, and even if there was a man behind her, Harvey wouldn't be interested in an anorexic woman like herself. The presence of wolves passing the right and left corners of the road is not unusual, especially in a full moon pack; practically all werewolves are accompanied by wolves. The countryside is dark, and Lora frequently seeks light to alleviate her fear of death.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Can he perform magic.I mean the hypnosis on Lucas?"I glance at Hercules. "I can't but I know someone from Kihomara who performs magical rituals. The high warlock of Kihomara.He can help us."Hercules answers. "You sure I mean someone from the arch enemies of werewolves.The epic war between Prince Ekon and the werewolves is well known to every supernatural creature."Chase again interrogates him.Traces of distrust is clearly evident in his demeanor .

I had refused to eat while I was there for good reasons. “Thank you, umm I was curious as to when I would be able to leave? I need to get home and back to work.” I said. “Dr. Lewiston is on his way to see how you are. You are still a little pale, and your skin looks dull.” she said. “Umm I am not trying to be rude, but who are you?” I asked. “Oh, I am sorry, how rude of me. My name is Cora. I am the previous Luna of the pack. My son Ruari is the current alpha.” Cora told me.

Crude wooden huts dotted the edges, flickering torches casting long shadows that danced like spirits. She pushed herself up, wincing as the ropes bit deeper. A circle of wolves surrounded her, dozens of them, some in human form, others partially shifted, their eyes reflecting the firelight with predatory glee. At the center stood a towering man, broad-shouldered and scarred, his presence commanding the space like a dark throne. Varkon. She knew it instinctively as the malice in his grin confirmed it. This must have been who they spoke about at the meetings, she thought to herself.