Arc Attack Novels & Stories

Arka shouted behind him, his deep voice nearly drowned out by the deafening roar of thunder. Bima just laughed. His laughter was wild, broken, and challenged the fury of the storm. "Come here, Arka! The water won't kill you!" Arka grunted, but he stepped closer. He had no choice. He would never let Bima stand alone under the threat of lightning and the flu. Once the distance between them vanished, Arka didn't pull Bima away. Instead, he stood tall in front of the boy, acting as a natural shield against the bone-chilling wind. Arka’s black t-shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, highlighting the hard, defined lines of muscle tensed from the cold.

Then she increased her size greatly, went up to the largest data structure, and opened it up like a treasure chest. She looked through all of its contents and pored through them like the library was going out of business. One in particular caught her eye, so she pulled it out and projected it up into the digital sky above her. There, the schematics and 3-dimensional blueprints for a mecha chassis and its core filled her vision. The core was an A-ranked Hrothgar Tyr “ARC-5” Alpha Response Core, Model 5. It was far superior to anything she had piloted herself. Then again, all she had ever experienced were the D-ranked Federal Shipyards basic cores.

“I’m bribing you with the only thing I know how to make well. You want it or not?” Kade’s grin turned slow and full of something unspoken. “Yeah. I want it. I’ll put together everything—you just better not burn the damn chicken.” Aria laughed, tension uncoiling in her chest for the first time in days. “Deal.” And just like that, the storm started to shift.

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

It’s Carl, my bus driver. “Kyaria, this is Carl. He drives the bus.” I say, introducing her. “Hi.” She squeaks out. Carl just looks at her and nods. I am sure I saw a half-smile on his face. I can understand why she was staring. Carl is very intimidating. He is a huge guy. He is bigger than Trevor. Carl has to be 6’11” and close to 300lbs of solid muscle. He can be scary as hell. Kyaria looked like a tiny ant standing next to him. Carl walked to the front of the bus. Kyaria went over and started getting her computer and camera equipment arranged. I wonder over and look at all the equipment she brought with her. I never realized that all this is needed for taking pictures.

Aaron: hey beautiful, what are you doing? Brook: nothing at the moment, why? Aaron: can you come over? I want to treat you to a nice dinner, and maybe a movie afterwards? Brook: so sorry babe, I'm going out with Mira today. Rain check? Aaron: that will be next week then, where are y'all going to though? Brook: knister club. Just need some girl time with Mira. Aaron: I understand sweetheart, have fun okay? Brook: okay Boo.

Seventeen years after the Quietus war. Rakia's POV I took the bow and arrow from Arc's huge hands, fixing the arrow shaft in the nock. Arc was the village bully. The big, egotistic and cocky jerk everyone hated. Even those around him never really liked him. They just pretended to, so he wouldn't taunt them like what he was doing to me right now. This was my time to put him in his place. "Remember Rakia, you only get one shot," Arc said out loud, reminding me of the bet we just made. "Miss this one and you'll have to walk on cow poop... barefooted," he mocked and his friends joined him.

At exactly ninety eight percent, Zara hit the heavy, red analog override key on her terminal. Miles away, inside the Archangel's impenetrable offshore fortress, the Trojan virus violently, physically executed. It didn't just delete files. It overrode the cooling systems of the Archangel's massive server racks, plunging the hardware into a catastrophic, instantaneous thermal meltdown. On Zara's screen, the upload bar violently froze at ninety nine percent. The mirrored feed of the Archangel's computer completely glitched, turning into blinding white static before going entirely, permanently black.

His dad stands stiff beside her, arms crossed, eyes tracking Arc’s every move with laser precision. The resemblance between them is uncanny. The same jawline. The same furrowed brow when they’re concentrating. I force myself to keep watching the game. Arc is fast. Not just athlete fast. Supernatural fast. He moves like a storm in human form - calculated chaos wrapped in black and gold. And for a second, I almost forget everything. Until the final whistle blows. The crowd erupts. Players swarm the field. Arc’s eyes find mine across the bleachers. He doesn’t smile, but he nods once and gestures for me to come.

he said as he plunged his fingers into the pulverized coal in the wooden pot. He smeared the coal powder all over his face, creating long, terrifying lines while the other rogues did the same. On his command, they extinguished the flames on the wooden fire torches and hurled them aside. The clouds had darkened to the point that it was impossible to see. "Listen up, Arcade said, no wolf is gonna perish. Our goal is to terrify rather than kill. Are you on board with me?" He stated the facts in a gruff, unpleasant tone.