Ar-stories Novels & Stories

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.

Arystyn eyed him wearily what was he really gonna ask her? After the fight with Frederickson's pack and all the planning of the war, Arystyn was exhausted and decided to go to bed early. As she walked into the bathroom to take a long hot bath she heard a slight sound behind her. She turned around just as she felt a pinch in her neck. Everything began to slowly fade to black and she collapsed on the bathroom floor.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

"And the war has truly begun. The Astropheles is yours now. Its core is a story-engine. It no longer needs my consciousness to guide it. It needs a new heart. A new narrative to fuel its light." The image of Lyra gestured to the dark filaments around us. "You must give it your story. All of it. The love, the loss, the fear, the hope. Woven together. It is the only fuel strong enough. The Archivists weaponize order. The void preys on chaos. But a story… a true, lived story… is a force they cannot predict and cannot control." The projection flickered. "You are not soldiers. You are storytellers. Now, go. Write your next chapter. I will be listening."

There are no traces of faults in his gestures and mannerisms while he is speaking. The parents of the female youngling are extremely hostile to him, and Athea can't look at him as if she is the guilty one. Despite the hesitation, she refuses the claim at the end and says she was forced and had no intention of accepting him as her guardian male while hiding in the embrace of her mother. I know she is lying, but there is no supporting evidence or witnesses that the male youngling did not break into the female youngling's room, and all the witnesses claim that Arvad was a stalker and was allegedly caught skipping on taking the rut suppressant.

Now, I wouldn't want them to get stuck. "Ok, sapete tutti perché abbiamo questo incontro." (“Okay, you all know why we are present here?”) When everyone nodded I continued. "Buona! Voglio che tutti voi troviate mio figlio, il mio bambino e la mia ragazza, Voilà." (“Good! I want y’all to find my baby and my girlfriend, Violà.”)

“ He isn’t three months yet . How will he remember you ? What stupidness are you talking about ? “ said Aron . “ Babies are quite intelligent . “ said Amra . “ If there is a problem I should be the first one to know so you better be honest and do not force me to go through the unnecessary work of interrogation . If there really is a problem and you have made my wife help you while she is pregnant , you may as well forget the facial beauty creams for the next year Amra . “ said Aron with a serious , threatening expression . “ No…..you can’t ! Taking my facial creams is the same as taking my babies away from me . “ said Amra . “ I really don’t care . “ said Aron glaring at her . “ Eee……..Well…

his mother scolded him. "Oooh, Surprise. We are going out the country Tomorrow, so park your clothes when we reach home"He announced to nafisa . "To....."before Nafisa completed it , he stopped her mid way . "I said it is going to be a surprise"He grinned more. They left the house because nafisa needs to park her things. "Babe, are we staying long "She asked. "Maybe "came his reply.

“Only if you want to tell me. I won’t force you.” Aris’s expression remained stoic as he began to speak, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “It was just an unfortunate incident. When I saw those people, I knew I couldn’t win against them. But I had to delay them, so I fought with all my might.”

he said, voice deep and metallic. She hugged him. Cold, but his heart still matched hers. “We did it,” she sobbed. “The Board’s gone. The stories are free.” Julian looked at the green sky. “They’re not gone. We crashed their computer, but they’re rebuilding. Version 2.0. And now, there’s a bounty on us.” He pulled out a glowing compass, its needle leading toward a bright spot on the horizon. “The Ghostwriter sent word—there’s a place called The Archive, where stories live after they’re finished and loved. If we get there, the Board can’t touch us.”