7 Archon Novels & Stories

Before he knew it, his knees betrayed him and he slumped on the cold ground. He gulped as he looked at the direction where the man was supposed to be. He didn’t even get his name. Whoever he was, he felt he was one of those he referred to as supernatural beings. He hoped once they had come across at the time he was musing about, all of those left mysteries would come to be realized. Putting his hands on his hair, he let out a deep breath. “Who the hell are you?”

she added but he raised his hand to wave her off as he chugged down one full glass of vodka “Is he always like this?” she leaned in to whisper to Roman “Sadly yes, my best friend isn’t ready to behave like any typical human would and get a glass or water or coffee in the morning” Roman teased and he could feel Lucas rolling his eyes to the back of his head “Keep lying to yourself about being normal, anyways what are we going to do about her?” Lucas pointed to Sophie “I was telling Harley that we have to wait until the full moon and see if she breaks out and become full Gorgon like her theory” Roman answered

He turned and stared in concern at the petite figure before him. "Well that sounds… so horrifying," She said laughing nervously. Alex wasn't concerned about the information derived from the news but was more concerned about her. He leaned forward to drop the remote but paused as he stared at her pleading. Instead, she pretended not to see it. He dropped his arms on his knees making the loose T-shirt he wore reveal the abs underneath. "This wolf man is starting to get a reputation from it. " He said as he leaned against the sofa, watching her every move. " And I am afraid he is more than a treat to the people,"

’ My father asks. ‘Lord Talon is the vampire lord of our coven, just as you are the Alpha of your pack. It’s our job and pleasure to keep him safe. We know you have many other warriors waiting to attack us. This is a safety precaution. Not that you would be able to defeat Lord Talon, but we insisted that we conduct the meeting on his behalf,’ Soren explains.

“Taking those who are weaker, younger, making them fight for entertainment. And if you refuse, you die.” I share a look with Nero and Orion. This isn’t just some small-time operation. This is organized. A full-blown fucking enterprise. And it’s spreading like a goddamn virus through our packs. “I’m gonna need more than that, Aeron,” Nero says, his voice tight with barely restrained rage. “We can’t take this down without knowing who’s behind it. I’m going to have to contact Arkyn and Creed at this fucking rate.” Aeron hesitates, his gaze flicking to the floor. “There’s one name I remember … someone they mentioned a lot. He’s not a wolf, but he’s the one pulling the strings.”

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?"

"I know exactly how easy it is to fall, elder. That's why I won't kneel. I am strong, and so are my parents. The West have three of the most powerful wolves that walk the earth, what else does this council want for?" The air in the hall felt heavier with each word. My mother's voice echoed in my head, omegas watch, but never interfere. Yet I couldn't help the flicker of pride curling in my chest. He was reckless, yes. But for the first time since I'd known him, Alpha Archer looked like the wolf he was born to be, not the puppet they wanted. Hagar slammed his fist once more. "Then you leave us no choice. We'll bring this to your father. To your mother. You will answer to the Luna and the form

Warren asked, “His concern went beyond the usual teenage romance. Theria was Warrens's anchor, a person who could call him back to humanity should the Eidolon prove too much to handle. “Don't worry about me, how are you doing?” Theria's carried voice was the usual worry for the young man. “I had to go Griffin again, and I fought some sort of new golem. I won, but I don't think I'd survive another eidolon summoning. Is there a manual on how to make using it more efficient?” “I'll have a look through the archives. How is Archon?” “He's archon...You know I should ask how he's feeling once in a while. I keep forgetting he is a sentient being,” Warren admitted sheepishly, a cool and blew and litt

Silas’s voice flickered in her mind, a ghost in the machine, "She was the prototype for him. The Archon isn't a man, Verina, he’s the first iteration of the Archive, and his body is failing. He doesn't want the data... he wants your youth to host his consciousness." The Cliffhanger: The Archon stepped closer to the glass, his hand pressing against it as a massive, needle-tipped arm descended from the ceiling toward Verina’s temple. The violet light in the room shifted to a violent, angry red as the transfer protocol initialized, but as the needle touched her skin, the green code in Verina’s vision turned a brilliant, defiant gold.

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”