Arc King Novels & Stories

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he said and approached Sarah. "Are you in a relationship?" I asked him. They were both taken aback by what I said. "No," Sarah said. "Soon," Carlon added, smirking at me. "Sarah just wants to check if you have brownies today," carlon said. "I still have a lot. How many do you want? Also, I have cookies here. same price." "Cara, I'll buy one oatmeal cookie. I want to taste it," Carlon said. Even though he's my brother, he still needs to pay, and I don't think he has a problem with that. I know that he knew this was a business.

Dominic got out of the back of his company car on the grand white gravel, circular driveway leading up to the massive packhouse that looked more like some sort of modern day castle fortress, all stone block and high security. He felt quite good about himself, his day had been great...after hearing the news in the company of his father that the new intake Beta had called his assistant asking for help as Aria Te Ariki had taken off with some guys from the High School, and that those guys were none other than Dean Mathers and his gang of misfits, he had felt like shit.

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 bow and arrow aimed at the target, she drew back her bow and let the arrow loose, and it drilled the target. A man with a huge build long pitch-black hair and sharp hazel eyes, in black leather armor and black leather boots with a blood stain Claymore, walked into the training yard. All the guards present there bowed and said, “Greetings, your highness Alpha King Theon”. Amaria rolled her eyes, took another arrow from her quiver, aimed at the target once again, drew the bow back, and let the arrow loose, but this time she missed the target. “ Shit! I missed” She cursed under her breath.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

I confessed, my voice was soft that sounded like a whisper. The Alpha King wore a heavy velvet tunic the color of spilled wine, trimmed at the collar and cuffs with thick, dark fur. Across his broad shoulders hung a sweeping ceremonial cloak of midnight black, held together by a heavy gold clasp shaped like a roaring wolf. His leather doublet was intricately embossed with gold thread, and thick, polished leather boots rose to his knees. A massive signet ring caught the firelight every time his hand moved, a silent reminder of the crown he wore.

Everyone already knew the depth of their collective failure. The southern king refused to accept it. Denial was the only weapon left in his arsenal. “No,” he muttered, shaking his head violently. “No!” He pointed an accusing finger toward Aria. “This is nothing but manipulation!” His voice cracked under the strain. “She is controlling your minds with her sorcery!”

Carefully casual, but presentable. “Can I help you with anything, Alpha?” I ask softly. He whirls around from where he was unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Sun kissed skin upon his chest shows more and more before he pauses his movements. I know he’s from the Passion Pack, which lies right on the coast. I can imagine him lounging upon perfect golden beaches framing foaming aqua water. “Oh, you’re the girl who greeted us, right?” he questions, that quirk of a smile making me uneasy. “And the one who spilt Noah’s drink on his lap.”

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.