Luthor Harkon Novels & Stories

Thank god he'd been traveling for the last year, with the demons and gods, who wanted to gamble with them, while he resumed his business meeting at the Tower of Delphos, and it was just as well that he wasn't worrying about it. While he was uploading the data researching sitting there pretending to be an idiot, he accesses the data and the cave computer, then when he read and investigated Luthor's data, which was superimposed on the legends of Realm of Greek Gods, as much as the old legend the origin of the a****n princess... He discovered some things. Why would Luthor use a****n legends with Seleniteite...? Seeing that at the end of some investigations, what some things were interesting fro

There will be serious consequences! - In the luxurious mansion, the family retainer rushed into Liana's room with a panic-stricken look. “Ms. Yarborough! Our financial systems in Mirage City are under a mysterious hacker attack. We've lost a massive amount of money in just five minutes!” Liana was lounging on a leather sofa, admiring the calligraphy Frederick had left behind at the recent auction. She couldn't help but praise, “It captures his essence perfectly! This truly reflects the presence of Hades, the Dark Monarch!”

"No," Korra breathed. "That's impossible." "Is it?" Lucien's voice was soft. "Harkin was one of the three your mother identified in her journal. One of the original conspirators who started selling healer information to hunters thirty years ago. Castor discovered the connection, confronted Harkin privately, and paid for it with his life." Harkin's face had gone deathly pale. "This is a fabrication, some trick…" "The crystal doesn't lie," Lucien said. "And neither does this."

Silja’s eyes widened, and she said, “Wait. That’s Larken?” “The very one.” “I thought he was a beta?” “He is,” Romy answered. “No, he’s the alpha. Didn’t you read the article?” All of us snapped our attention to Silja. She is looking at all of us. “Seriously, you all need to read more. It says here that Larken is the newly appointed alpha of Golden Dawn, replacing the now presumed deceased, Donovan Wister.” “SON OF A BITCH!” Romy then looked at me with interest, “Donovan Wister is the one who kidnapped Silja.”

"There are at least three other organizations now offering 'supernatural defense services.' Basically, mercenaries are enhanced with harvested abilities." "Blackthorne is hiring humans to fight his war?" Diana sounded disgusted. "That violates every supernatural law." "Blackthorne doesn't care about laws. He cares about winning." I felt cold fury building. "If he's willing to use enhanced humans, there are no rules anymore." Luna, still in my arms, went very still. Her eyes took on that distant, unfocused look that meant she was having a vision. "Luna? What do you see?" "Fire. Silver. Screaming." Her voice was monotone. "Humans with wolf faces. Not real wolves. Wrong wolves. They hurt people

The growl, whoever it was, still commanded them to come back. And one of them, before disappearing into the night, turned back and shouted over his shoulder, words clear, deliberate. “This is only the beginning. We’ll be back.” His eyes met mine, and I could swear that he was familiar. More familiar than I wanted to admit. The silence that followed was worse than the fight itself. The air reeked of blood. My wolves stood in a circle of bodies. My Luna, my wife, stood beside me, blade still dripping. And the warning burned in my chest like fire.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

I wanted to be all she needed, to be her strength, but what good am I when I can't even touch her? Thorne stood, holding a small, worn journal. He seemed to measure its weight like it held not just knowledge but truths that desired liberation. "This man was a follower of the Dark Ones," he declared, his voice a solemn testament. His words broke through my haze of anger and disbelief, drawing my eyes to the journal.

His eyes met mine and I nodded. “Now,” I whispered to him. “Fight. Trust me and fight. Focus on me and fight.” His body convulsed. The mist shrieked. I felt her scream inside him. I felt her rage. But I did not back down. I would not back down. The Luna I had been was gone. This, this was who I was meant to be. And I was going to burn her shadow to the ground. “Now show me what you've got,” I whispered. “That's if you have anything left in you, Tatiana…”

A dark vortex erupted beneath his legs, its edges churning with an otherworldly force. From the heart of the vortex, a voice boomed, echoing through eternity. "Nevera, you have summoned me again." A colossal figure emerged, its presence shattering the fabric of reality. The being's body was crafted from shadow and flame, its eyes burning with an ancient, forgotten power of Xarath. It's dark energy filling the room. Timeless who had curled up, uncurled itself and went to stay on top of Hiro's head, not saying a word and just like its owner, she was waiting, watching.