7 Archon Novels & Stories

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

Archer Pov: I got back to the Mansion and met the elders sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently for me. Immediately they saw me, they all greeted me and I responded, I sat down with Elder Fridolf. “What are you doing here now?” I asked, gazing at him. “Archer, have you forgotten you became a leader? As a leader there are many things you need to take notice of, you are the strongest among everyone in this pack so you need to train those that will go for the war” Elder Adalwolf said.

She must first find the remaining Archon before she make a hole for the first Archon. She just stared at the two, and it seemed like a perfect couple she could see at the time. The first Archon's face is very angelic whenever she sees him smiling very sweetly. Everyday she sees his wide smiles and his round brown eyes, she would never think that he was a leader of a complex organization. He looks very kind and you can just mistake him for a public servant and just wants to help those in need. She doesn’t praise him, she just says what she sees.

"A Null-Zone? You mean our phase-tech won't work? We'll be fighting a World Council fortress with standard kinetics?" "Worse," I said, my blood running cold as I read the decrypted archives from the Shogun's database. "The Archon is the World Council's supreme manufacturer. It isn't just a city; it's a continent-spanning factory. They build the mechs. They forge the plasma. If we give them enough time, they will mass-produce an army so large they won't need the Genesis Protocol to format the world. They'll just march across it." Dax didn't flinch at the impossible odds. He looked at his new liquid-chrome gauntlet, flexing the fingers once more, feeling the lethal hum of the hyper-accelerated

"We'll get the treasure and ask for everything you want." *** Jordan read the thoughts of the nine Archons one by one. Their beliefs were similar. A Treasure. It was a challenge to reuse the Spartan Polis system but modernly. The Archons were almost of one mind: hiding from the outside world was enough. But before that, they had to scramble to fill the available positions—only five seats. Jordan's stomach tugged violently at the thought of the Archons fighting. His forehead hit the table, and he woke up where he had been, where Ruby's tears had dried up.

The Security Fleet instantly tried to recalibrate, their obsidian surfaces shifting to track the incoming biological anomalies. "Calculating intercept vectors. Error. Trajectory illogical. Error." A massive Archon—the bipedal mech form of the Lycan lieutenant—crashed directly into the surface of a fighter-sized cube. The geometric ship tried to execute a localized formatting wave to delete him, but the Archon's sovereign-blessed armor completely ignored the code.

It was Patterson who recognised them for what they were. “Archons,” he cried. “Run, for God’s sake run, we mustn’t let them get near us!” I knew instantly why he was so alarmed. We had all read of the Archons. They are mentioned not only in the Vos Hukkumah Scrolls but also in the few remaining Gnostic texts that are passed between collectors of rare manuscripts. They are Lords of the outer realms of Creation, who patrol the very outskirts of existence. Their sole aim is to maintain the integrity of the material world and to keep every soul imprisoned within it forever. They are Creation’s last line of defence against the enlightened and the liberated.

But as she turned to the final section, her father’s elegant script changed from precise technical notes to an urgent, personal warning: > "My dearest Isabella, > If you stand in this chamber, it means you and Nathan have defeated Victor de Valmont and shattered the Sovereign Council. But you must understand a fundamental truth: Victor and his pawns were merely the public facade of a far more dangerous entity.*l > The true rulers of the world’s shadow economy do not call themselves a council. They are the Archon Syndicate—a cabal of seven old-money dynasties who have controlled global banking and energy infrastructure for two centuries. > The Aether Grid prototype before you is not just a cl

Shit! "Damn it!" Aristotle panicked after seeing Grunt's impression. Grunt would cry at any moment. "You're done, Aristotle! You're making ROBIN's son cry." mockery of Sin. "I'm s-sorry for curses," His eyes glow while saying that. They really emphasize the name ROBIN. I stared at them.

“Use your back up plan. You posted no reward for her, so you obviously have another mage lined up to take her place. That is your business, I don’t care. I don’t work for free. I want the girl back.” “Marina the Artifact please.” Legarde addressed Marina “This way.” Marina motioned Legarde to follow her. “You do understand you will be married at midnight. I thought you had a reputation as a single scoundrel to protect.” Lord Cedral teased. Legarde follows Marina to the age quarters. Guardians need a mage or they become unstable. Had Guardian Asher changed Mages? Legarde finds this all too amusing. The Lords have a new order that will not include Guardians. This is the second guardian killin