Arc Attack Novels & Stories

I didn’t know about farm animals and growing crops and could care less. We had a brief visit from the council witch Angel last night. She asked if we needed anything and we said a witch would be pretty damn handy with all the back and forth. So she gave us a warlock named Evan who was studying under her relative. We were going to get him a couple hours a day a few days a week.

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.

Arcus shrugged. "Don't worry. I'm just discussing the prospect of a partnership with Mr. Derek. All we want to do is make money, and we have no interest in anything else. "Moreover, if Mr. Frankton wanted to act, he would already have. Why wait until now?" While Arcus already had a plan on what to do against warhawks like the geezer, he decided to be reasonable for the time being—it was never too late to move against him later.

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

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 mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

“Seriously? Arc, you know I’m responsible for her and nothing else. Why on earth would you think that?” Dillon called Drake’s name. He was now talking to him as a friend, not his boss. Drake knew that his words had caught him off guard because he just stood there looking at him with his mouth open a little bit. Drake leaned back and let his body loosen up as he waited for his answer. Even though he had known Dillon since they were kids, he was still the Alpha, and he didn’t like being questioned. Dillon looked at Drake for a few seconds before laughing. “No, Arc. I only said that because I thought it could help.”

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

That’s right, you ugly divine cockroach. Come here. Aria grabs my wrist, panicked. “Clara, no ” I snap the grip with a surge of lightning. “It wants the strongest signal, Aria. Ares is the anchor. you are the core. I’m the storm.” “A storm isn’t stronger than a core,” Aria gasps. “It is,” I say, stepping forward, “if I make it wild enough.” The fragment screeches and dives toward me. Ares roars, golden light bursting from him in frantic, broken arcs. “Clara stop “

not like this. To Be Continued...