Arc 6 Novels & Stories

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

God Archer, The Emperor who was currently in his reading room, suddenly put down the scroll he had read earlier. The Archer God could feel the deep sadness Aranjo felt. When he received the Demon King's request to be involved in the baby's growing up, he placed a little magic power on the baby. And the magic will tell him when the baby is threatened, angry or sad. 500 years have passed and this is the first time he has accepted the baby's feelings. The emperor rose from his seat and went to the place where Aranjo was with his magic power.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

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The wound on his side also burst with blood. "Father!" Carzus yelled and struggled, while Simon, who heard Carzus calling him father for the first time flinched and forgot the pain from his wounds immediately. He tried raising his head, but to no avail. He gave Carzus a heartfelt smile, but the only thing he saw before passing out were the back of the children who was being dragged away by the men into the lousy carriage. --- Present time. Arcland Empire Year 1225 of the Seruvian Calendar

Archer held me upright, trying to look into my eyes. Do you feel better now? Are you I'll? What is happening to you so I can know what to do? His several questions were unanswered as tears kept pooling in my eyes, he was asking me questions I could answer. "Just shake or nod your head". I shake my head in denial as I try to hide my pain, I don't know what is happening to me as I've never had it this bad before. I haven't had an attack in over six months and I kept shaking my head frantically.

ACE "I'm going to kill him," I seethed, pacing the length of Gunnar's office at Astor Architecture. After I had driven Miranda home to get ready for her day, I came here. I should have stayed with her. If I had stayed with her this wouldn't have happened, "no, I'm not going to kill him," I stopped pacing and glared out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city in all its beauty, "I'm going to cut his dick off, blend it and then make him drink it before slowly peeling his skin from his body."

The mountain itself seemed to be waking to the intrusion, groaning under the weight of so many unwelcome footsteps. Caleb muttered darkly, “I officially miss normal wars.” Aria stepped toward the center of the platform. The moment she crossed the outer ring of symbols, the entire chamber reacted. Light surged through the carvings beneath her feet, racing along ancient lines like living fire. The underground river surrounding the platform began glowing brighter, illuminating the cavern in pale white-blue light that reflected off the crystalline walls. Then the mark on Aria’s wrist ignited. Ryan felt the impact of it through the bond immediately: a wave of heat, raw power, and crushing pressur

“Weather report, 90% humidity, 30 degrees celsius, 100% chance of rain. REDACT previous Rain report. 100% Chance of a Rainstorm. Wind speeds at 20 Kilometers. Have a safe patrol Arbiter H-6.” The AI’s hologram dissipated, leaving the already dimly lit room in total darkness. The Arbiter stood by the window, staring down onto the city below him. Domed Arcologies sat peacefully against the raging elements while the smaller riverslums and platformed spires dotted the surroundings with holographic advertisements snaking across their malformed architecture.