Arc Of Embodiment Novels & Stories

“I’m anchoring.” Auren swore under his breath. “That’s not reassuring.” The child’s glow spiked, resonance flaring as Aria moved fully into her role—not as bridge, not as reference—but as mediator. She opened herself. Not wide. Precisely. She shaped a corridor—not of energy, but of definition. A space where identities could touch without dissolving. The lonely cosmic mind surged again, drawn by the waking entity’s vast coherence. Its longing was no longer subtle. It radiated need, exhaustion, the ache of endless awareness without echo.

“It’s you. The version of you that might forgave him.” Aria’s stomach twisted. “I’m not her anymore,” she said. “Then make sure of that,” Ember replied. “Because he’ll try to make you remember who you were... and love is the only thing that could break the weapon you could become.” By the time Ember vanished back into the woods, twilight had begun to bleed across the sky. Aria walked back home slowly, barefoot, her skin damp with evening air. She paused near the garden steps and looked up at the stars.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

Silence. Nora's voice became cold. “Careful.” Elena continued anyway. “Your original body is gone.” “Yes.” “Your historical relationships changed.” “Yes.” “Some people built relationships with reconstructions.” “Yes.” “You cannot restore 1971 by taking 2026.” Nora did not answer. “But embodiment?” Elena continued. “That is different.” Claire looked at her. Elena turned to Noah’s channel. “How much independent space can we create without using children as anchors?”

Embry’s voice is a purr, sliding his hands beneath the leather up my torso to my breast, I lean back against him and bite my lip. “Embry what are you doing?” I grind my ass against the bulge in his pants, feeling my body crave him. One of his hands kneads my breast and the other slips down the edge of my pants over my underwear. “I’m enjoying my mate.” Embry lets out a low possessive growl against my neck. Lifting the leather armor off and over my head, he gently tosses it on the desk next to him. I’m left standing, exposed, in front of Embry in a loose white tunic and leather breeches as my breathing causes my chest to rise and fall.

Not fully stable. But recognizable. Raven stepped backward instinctively. “Tell me those aren’t what I think they are.” Kael’s voice lowered carefully. “The recursive anchors are building identity models.” Lucian groaned loudly. “Fantastic. The universe discovered cloning through emotional trauma.” The converged woman watched the silhouettes calmly. “Distributed embodiment requires adaptive individuality.” Raven snapped immediately. “No more embodiment!” But the woman continued. “Singular consciousness cannot sustain infinite alignment pressure.” Kael froze.

--- Ember came to the restricted archives at night. She lay on the stone floor, her head on a pillow of silver flowers, and let the Archivist's memories flow through her. The grief was immense—centuries of it—but beneath the grief, there was love. The Archivist had loved her daughter. She loved the garden. She loved the watcher. "The Archivist was not a monster," Ember said to Mira the next morning. "She was a mother who lost her child. The network grew from her grief, but the garden grew from her love."

Once she is done, she steps back to collect herself and wipes the blood away. “Well done. Now you take the body to the courtyard and burn it. Your test will be complete and you will pass. You’re now a member of the Brotherhood fully, congrats.” says Rex. “Thank you, Rex,” says Ruby. Ruby picks up the body and takes it outside after putting on her cloak to protect herself from the sun. While the body burns, she thinks,I am glad mine weren't children. I don’t think I could have done it. Looks like our test is one family. I guess Ash will get a father or maybe an older child and the same with Trevor. Hector sure had it the worst. I should go check on him after this.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Arden looked up at me. “You and who?” The architect’s gaze shifted to him. “Compatibility secondary candidate: Arden. Seventy-eight percent.” Arden blinked. “Absolutely not.” The tendrils paused mid-pull. Processing. “Dual integration reduces collapse probability to twelve percent,” the architect continued. “And reduces psychological erasure likelihood by forty percent.” Kane stared sharply. “You never approved dual embodiment.” “It was never necessary,” the architect said. “Until now.” The integrity reading hit twenty-one percent. The chamber doors fully opened.