Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

“That’s partially true. But Harper is far more than that. She’s a consciousness… ancient, cunning, and adaptive. She’s not just a parasite—she’s a predator. And she’s been observing humans for a long time, learning how to manipulate emotions, memories, and even other psychic energies. You’ve been lucky to survive this long.” Lila felt a chill run down her spine. “Lucky?” “Skill helps,” Adrian said. “But you’ve been lucky in ways you don’t understand. Harper’s survival instincts are complex. You’ve only seen fragments of her true capabilities. And now… with Evelyn and Riley involved, the stakes have risen.” Cade leaned against a support beam, arms crossed, jaw tight. “So, what exactly are we

He mumbled and slowly walked to his bed. * * Harley was still very much awake as he chatted with Jasper on a video call via his laptop. They talked about their next move and the recent successful operation. "So..... any other petty attack?" Jasper asked. Harley laughed it off. "No but I know who ever it was....is waiting for another good opportunity. And I, Harley Finley...will be waiting." Jasper laughed. "You've always been waiting. You are like the invisible wind. I have something important to attend to...."

Victor Castellano. He looked up as she approached, his piercing gray eyes locked onto hers. He was younger than she’d expected, probably in his early thirties, with sharp features and an air of authority that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Miss Harper,” he said smoothly, gesturing for her to sit. Olivia hesitated before taking the seat across from him. “I appreciate your punctuality,” he said, a light smirk playing on his lips. “It shows you’re willing to cooperate.”

Harper If I can't figure out how to use this "thing" inside of me, and figure it out quickly. I will be stuck here forever. I know I don't have long. That much is a sure thing. That creepy man who calls himself Mr. Coulter, actually Nicolas, is just a tall, slender creep. I'm not too fond of the way he looks at me. He has the look of a desperate man, and that makes me think he is growing impatient. He wants something from me, and I can't provide it. Because I honestly cannot, but even if I could, I am sure I wouldn't give him a god damn thing. So what now? Even if I try and practice, if I try to meditate, to focus my mind, they will just stop me. I have this fear of closing my eyes of trying

Tasha and I ask in unison. “Harold is a human, not a hunter” he adds quickly as he sees our faces. “How does he know about wolves?” “I told him. Look a lot of the pack pass here and fuel up. A fight broke out one day and one of the new pack members couldn’t control his shift.” “So you told him?” “It was either that or kill him. Instead, I bought the gas station, pay him a good wage and he keeps me in the loop if there are any new wolves or vampires about.”

It seemed we both had our apprehensions about what lay ahead. "Your Highness, Harper has just returned with Jacob's Beta, Adrian. Jacob is not with them. It appears they're heading to the garden for a stroll. Should I keep an eye on them?" Wilson's voice echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder why Harper would be with Jacob's Beta, especially given his notorious reputation. He should never be near my sister.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

he said as he pushed away the lady's hand with a little force . The lady caught her hand in pain. "Will, what are you doing ?" Mr.Harper shouted "I should ask you the same" he glared at him angrily Will' is a 30 years old man, who is also the son of Mr.Harper. He distanced himself from the village at 20 and for the past 10 years, he has been living on the mountain near to the village which is a forest away. And that is very close to the "WALL OF DEATH"

“Look, I know this might seem horribly brutal coming from someone like me. Yes, it is in my nature to care and aid those who are in need of medical care. However, those who have chosen to align themselves with the Domain are hardly considered people. They would have no stealing your wolf soul and selling it to the highest bidder.” The whole room was utterly memorized as Harper went on. Not a single person dared to pull their attention away—myself included. She was a complete natural when stepping into a leadership position. The corners of my mouth curled upward while my chest swelled with pride. Harper turns her head to glance at me and returns my smile before turning back to face the group.