Mythology Harpy Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Nothing is impossible for the internet. I opened my phone as I walked my way deeper into the woods. The image was picture accurate. The same I saw the sketch on that book. I can’t forget that necklace now. it was simply beautiful. I scrolled down, searching for something relevant. Necklace of Harmonia is an object of misfortune. I smirked to myself, what a great way to start the essay. The Necklace of Harmonia was an object that brought misfortune to most of its owners. It was originally a wedding gift from Hephaestus, the blacksmith god, to the goddess Harmonia for her wedding to the King of Thebes, Cadmus.

Lealla standing before enormous silver doors while elders screamed for her to run. And beneath the gates— Something alive. Something monstrous. Something calling her name. Freya gasped sharply as pain exploded through her head. Eros caught her before she collapsed completely. “Freya.” Her breathing turned ragged while fragments continued tearing through her mind uncontrollably now. Not memories. Truth. The symbol. The gates. The voice. And suddenly one horrifying realization surfaced through the chaos. The creature searching for the forgotten goddess was not trying to kill her. It was trying to find the one who sealed it away.

I say, understanding my sister’s excitement, if not the reason for Ellis having to leave. “Sloane Hartwell, Slade Hartwell, and Scarlet Chapman.” I frown. Slade is an Alpha heir. Scarlet is the daughter of a Beta. But Sloane ... I look at my sister, and I can see that she’s figured it out too. “Holy Mother Moon Goddess!”

But Harmony can be a scary cat sometimes. “No. Harmony, that’s my wolf spirit’s name, is a gift from the goddess Selene. She is the deity in charge of guardian the werewolves. They are her creatures after all. But don’t worry, I will tell you everything I know of the species another time, okay?” “I see. Well, if not you, I know exactly who I might look for to answer a few questions.” She said nonchalantly and winked at me. My sneaky little sister went ahead of me leaving me with my mouth hanging open and dumbfounded.

They warned Hypatos never to betray his Lady and that I should be cautious, too, in case her power turned against me. "To protect her and ease my worried mind, I have requested you, Mitha. Harpies are known throughout Olympus for their stealth and keen eyes. So, I contacted Lord Hades requesting for you specifically. I suppose I could have requested any of his harpy guards, but I know you." I shrugged.

I’ve been at the music academy for about a month now. I’m enjoying myself. I’ve made two friends. Zela, who is a jin, and Avia, who is a harpy. They are in a relationship and totally fun to be around. Harpies are a type of shifter, so Avia stays in her human form since her harpy form scares the humans. I’ve noticed the humans at the academy are skittish. They buy into every horror and ghost story. They believe the opera house is haunted and are easily freaked out.

His body falls to the floor finally, and putting a foot down on his chest, the harpy twists his head violently off and holds it up. That is all that is left of him. That head, muzzled till death. I feel that pity again, an emotion I have no business feeling and rather than look at what’s left of The Scythe, I look at the harpy instead. What demonic creatures, under the beck and call of the royals. No one knows how they were created, or how they are controlled. The only truth about them is that they are the wolf-predators we all never saw coming. They are superior to us, and I feel like it when I stare into the harpies’ gaze. The harpy looks exactly the same as the six others, it could be mal

Arogs replied. "What is she?" I asked, stepping toward him. "Tell me, brother, have you ever heard of a Harpy?" Arogs asked as he lifted the book from his desk and turned it to me where I could see it. There on the pages was the same creature that had carried Alassandra away.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.