4.2 Archon Quest Novels & Stories

They all stared at me confused, surely the situation is not favorable since a flight to Rome might take a while, and the quest could go for a few hours or even days as the sub-quest will surely require us to force our way in the Vatican. "Decline!" I announced and the quest was then terminated. [Declining the sub-quest Glimpse of the Holy Archives means that you will decipher the statue without the aid of the Holy Archives, Do you still wish to decline?] + Bonus Reward: The Key of the Covenant "Yes!" I said. "Azriel, why did you do that?" Now they started asking. "What do you mean?" I asked, "Ah, don't worry I have an idea!" I said and pointed at my head.

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"

, He asked. "Dumbass, he'll obviously go to where his roots are deep. That's his territory", Enzo told him. "If we're going to rescue Arieon, we'll need reinforcement", Emiliano said. "This is the part where allies are needed", Matteo said as he gently placed Agatha on one of the couches. "Matteo, get in touch with Marcello, David and Viktor", Enzo told him. He nodded and pulled out his phone as he walked out if his office.

"My professors are stuck in the last century. They’re teaching us combustion engine repair. Combustion engines! Meanwhile, I’m in here hacking quantum firewalls. I feel like I’m sitting in kindergarten. I just want to finish the degree so I can get a piece of paper that says I’m smart." "Well," Ren said, standing up. "Tonight, you don't have to be bored. Tonight, we aren't students or sons. We're legends." Ren walked to the mission board. The Admin had posted a new Quest. Unlike the grim, dossier-style contracts of the assassination missions, this one was styled like a high-fantasy raid. The interface was bright, colorful, and pulsed with adventure. QUEST: THE HOARD OF THE CLOCKWORK KING TAR

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

Right on cue, the mechanical chime rang in my mind. "Congratulations, Host. They've started crying for you, and their regret meter has risen to 20%. It looks like you'll hit your target in no time." I shook my head, not holding out much hope. Ethan was only reacting out of pure fright. The second Owen came over to comfort him, Ethan would completely forget about me. It looked like I was never going to get the chance to return to the real world after all. "Audrey, what's taking you so long? What kind of stunt is he pulling this time?"

he said to me. "Now?" I said. "Now," he said. --- We ended up in the courtyard behind the east wing — an open space the warriors used for drills that was empty in the late afternoon. Sebastian, me, Isabelle, Edwin, and the specific atmosphere of a plan that had not been fully explained to all participants. "Your wolf needs to come forward," Sebastian said. "We have three days." "I am aware we have three days," I said. "The entire palace is aware we have three days."

The shadows covered his face—but when he stood up, she parted her lips open. “You’re late,” Archon Quarth Ortel spoke, his dark voice traveled through the wide room. He wore the same suit from the feast earlier—black doublet with a ruby gem on his chest, and the blue cape tailing him as he climbed down the steps. Larice sharpened her eyes as she gripped her sword tightly. This was bad. Where’s Estes … and the Sun Guardes? She never thought she’d only find this hypocrite waiting for them. It should’ve been the Emperor … and she’s supposed to challenge him. But he’s nowhere to be found … and dawn was approaching. No one could ever stand a chance against the Emperor once the sun’s already up.

She jokingly said with a chuckle, suddenly interrupting my train of thoughts, lightly shaking her head. “Now let’s go before those two lose their patience and barge in here,” She suggested and I absently nodded, those previous thoughts swirling once again in my head. I like him... Oh my god...I have a thing for the freaking Archangel of Death! ** As the car reached its destination, Leila and I prepared ourselves to exit, waiting for one of the boys to open the door. And after only a few moments the car door was opened, revealing a muscular raven-haired guy wearing a fancy black tux, warmly smiling down at me, his huge palm stretched towards me into a silent invitation to come out.

“It's okay if you can't, we'll find another way.” Seconds later Archon's incorporeal form appeared and began to strut a few steps ahead of him, “Don't go too far ahead. We don't know how far you can go.” His thoughts drifted to all the horrific scenarios in which Theria died because he failed to save her in time. Archon raised a spectral forelimb and pointed down a well-beaten trail. Warren nodded and followed. “Thanks, Archon, I know they aren't family, but we aren't the crew of the Scald Crow without them,” Archon nodded and proceeded forward.