Harlowe Stories

[ON HOLD] Vanny was a normal girl. She lived in the castle as the castle artist's apprentice. She had greeted Jaron when he arrived in Carthya as Sage, she greeted him when he arrived with Roden. She learned how to fight with Darius as her teacher at one time. But then it all changed. Vanny was a normal girl. At least, until fate decided to play its games with her. #1 in thefalseprince Editing in progress

One year ago, Noah Walker disappeared. Harlowe Steele spent the last year mending a broken heart and picking herself back up, just for him to return unexpectedly. On Harlowe's 18th birthday, of all days. That's not even the weirdest part. Last night, Harlowe had a nightmare that Noah was killed right in front of her. It had to be a coincidence, right? Harlowe would have dismissed it as nothing. That is, if it didn't come true the next day.

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I remained behind in the throne room, seated at the long table pretending to read a report I had already memorised. Across from me, Harlowe stayed seated, his gaze lingering somewhere beyond the high windows, where the light fell pale and winter-thin across the stone. After a moment, he murmured, almost to himself, "The day is near." I glanced up. "What day?" He smiled faintly, the sort of smile that carried memory rather than mirth. "Roden's birthday. It's next week." I stared at him. "His birthday?" The words surprised me as much as the thought. "Roden never told me."

It's been years since the Great War, Carthya has slowly been reforming, an alliance with Mendenwal has brought promised riches to Carthyan vaults... but to the north, the wild Blood Woods are teeming with danger, danger that could change the fate of the Ascendant King. Will the evil be forced back? Or will the King and his followers finally face their greatest foe?

The werewolf: a perverse imagining, a mockery of man; not evolved, but created. Caelan Harlowe is a wolf who learned to walk like a man. He's known among his people and the rest of the supernatural community as a Reaper, killer of anything or anyone deemed a threat to werewolf survival. Now that same wolf who's spent a lifetime slaughtering lambs finds himself at a crossroads: save the girl or kill the monster. *Can be read as standalone, but not intended to be*

[ON HOLD] "We're deep in the devil's clutches, huh?" "Oh, definitely. It's all on you, bub." Jaron Artolius Eckbert III x Female OC

Hey, I'm Harlowe. Now I'm not gonna sugar coat It. I'm kinda... distant, I guess you can say. But really, can you blame a girl who doesn't want to deal with the drama or stress that comes along with the "wonderful life" of highschool. You always hear about all the positives of highschool; lifelong friends, lifelong boyfriends, lifelong memories. But is that all worth it if your gonna get hurt over and over again in the process, I think not. So ever since I can remember I made a mental swear to myself to never let that happen. To never let anyone become attached. And I was doing well, that is until some arrogant, pretty boy decided that his new life mission was to get under my skin. And I seriously don't know why but somehow, someway, he succeeded. This is the story. The long, exaggerating, dramatic story. Authors Note • Please Note This Story Has Minor Swear Words. Also I Cannot Promise A Update Weekly Even Though That Is My Goal. I Will Try To Be As Consistent As Possible. Thanks (: