Arc En Ciel Novels & Stories

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

“He’s got cover. Work fast, witch.” Silas sank to his knees, palms pressed to the ground. Arcane glyphs flared in a circle around the gate, glowing and humming. Rio, Lucien, Adonis, Claude, Odessa, and Celine circled him, their bodies moving faster than the eye could track. Shadows and lightning. Claws and steel. Above them, clouds churned blacker and thicker than before. The first drops of rain fell, cold and heavy. Thunder cracked so loud it seemed to split the sky.

It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light. The figure approached the cage and uncorked the green vial first. With terrifying gentleness, it held the glass to the wolf’s mouth. Circe thrashed violently, her white fur catching the torchlight like moonfire. This was the first time Lydia had seen her wolf in full color. Circe had always been a deep brown—large, strong, grounded. But now… she was massive. Nearly twice the size Lydia remembered, her fur a rare, glistening snow-white. An ancient color. A sacred one.

Arc Arc felt a sense of déjà vu as he basked in the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Familiar arms seemed to wrap around him, and gentle fingers caressed his skin, tracing the contours of his scars without hesitation. A smile threatened to break free as he turned to face the owner of those arms. Chelsea's sweet smile greeted him, radiating an otherworldly glow. Arc's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at Chelsea's luminous face. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and he reached out to touch Chelsea's face, his fingers yearning for contact.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

I tried getting out of his tight hug I gasped as he released me! Sorry hola. " It's fine I said grinning. Archer pushed me against the car and lifted my legs against his. " We have to stop before I mate you right now", he whispered against my lips. I laughed and noticed how dark his eyes were. Oh, he wasn't kidding at all. Dropping my legs down, I fixed my skirt and looked up at my smiling mate, he looked gorgeous like the kitten I saw at the shelter today. Okay he looked better I chuckled

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

I never drove so fast before, I think my blood pressure controlling me right now. As soon as I arrived at Lena's mansion, I saw there's a lot of cars. I got out from my car and walked towards the entrance. "Leon?" I turned to see Celine. My heart stopped for a second and she smiled at me. "Celine." She walked towards me. "How are you?" I asked but my mind snapped immediately to Ivory.

His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky. Beneath them, in the hazy glow of the rising sun, Nya could see troops falling into position, their leaders shouting at them to fire at the dragons. Arrows shot up into the sky, but the two dragons were flying far too high for the measly projectiles to reach them. Nya also saw a catapult being wheeled out, followed by another, and another. Whatever was held in the shoot was lit on fire and thrown up into the air, and while these larger projectiles came closer to hitting the dragons, they also missed the mark. Nya hoped that wherever the fiery masses landed, they didn’t kill any