Arc Attack Novels & Stories

I answered in a hushed tone. “I don’t feel anything.” Sara whispered. “It is possible we can’t because of our immunity to the threat. It is just an idea that Tae made me realize. If you haven’t noticed, when we encountered them in the past no one knew they were close until they were within view, or we had sight on them.” Ryker’s voice sounded in my ear.

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

he exclaimed, ducking low to avoid the next volley. Another arrow flew straight toward Aria. Ryan intercepted it without hesitation, positioning his body as a shield. The rune-covered arrowhead sliced deep into his shoulder before shattering on impact. Pain flared hot and immediate through his arm, but the greater terror came from what followed. The moment his blood touched the stone, Aria lost control entirely. Power exploded outward from her in a violent shockwave that shook the entire area. The cliffside cracked instantly under the immense force, with fractures racing across the rock like lightning. Hunters climbing the ridge screamed as the mountain beneath them gave way. Several plummet

The mention of the Arcade pack is not surprising; it is indeed one of the largest and most formidable packs, yet they pale in comparison to the Crimson pack. Historically, both packs engaged in a fierce conflict. According to accounts, the then-alpha of the Crimson pack was so powerful that the war only ended after two days something that was supposed to last months, ultimately leading the Arcade pack to retreat, conceding victory to the Crimson pack. This formidable alpha was known as Draco the Strong, a figure feared by many, and both he and his mate have become legends.

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

I open my mouth to say something, but the atmosphere in the room shifts when Arc arrives, a petite woman looking like she stepped off the pages of a rock magazine, clutching the hand of a little girl with big curls and wide brown eyes. I can't look away from the little girl and her curious eyes. What if I have a daughter growing inside Summer's body right now? What if she's no longer there? "Who's that?" I ask. My mother frowns. "I think he just signed her. She's from L.A." I'm a little taken aback. Arc has never brought one of the artists around to hang out with family. The band members he played with in university are either working with him right now, or they've established other bands, b

A week, a month max. ***

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

"They show the energy spikes. They show your static aura eating the city's power grid. You're a black hole. You're consuming us." Aradaa closed his eyes. He reached out with his mind, not to attack, but to pull. He bypassed the local terminal and tapped directly into the Ark’s memory archive, still hovering in the bay. With a violent jerk of his shoulders, he forced the ship to broadcast its own history.