Arc Request Novels & Stories

The girl said a she brought out her pinky finger to make the promise official. END OF FLASH BACK Aracely bit her lip as she crawled out of her dream world, “Why do you care?" She abruptly asked Mercedes. “Ara—” “i mean I understand that you are Adrian's friend and that's it normal for you to care, but this much? that's not normal”

This means he can’t even propose this idea till he is sure that her pack poses no threat to anyone outside their pack. “I have.” He speaks carefully. “But I don’t want to ask Charlotte about this until I’m sure that our pack won’t be in any danger. Besides, we’ll also have to ensure that our pack is ready for them.” Matt nods in understanding. “There is this other thing that I want to discuss.” Azraiel begins, his eyes darkening at what he says next, “I want you to track down Arthur with Kira. Bring him here to the pack, it’s high time that we meet Charlotte’s dear uncle!”

Sarah shouted, shielding her face as the temperature began to climb, the metallic scent of burning circuit boards filling the air. "We don't," Anji barked, shoving her toward the service ducting near the floor. "We bypass it. Arga, if you can hear me, feed the sector an recursive paradox. Force it to try and resolve a non-existent logic path. Give me five seconds of pure confusion!" "I'm burning my deck out for this, you idiot!" Arga yelled back, his voice thick with frustration. "Dropping the bait now!"

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“Always humming.” Inside, she focused. *What is it?* “Secure channel request,” Aria said, voice crackling, breathless. “Old encryption. Very old. Pre‑Siren‑upgrade. It’s piggybacking on a blind spot I didn’t know was still open.” “Source?” Lys thought. Aria hesitated a fraction of a second. “Rafe,” she said. “He wants to talk. Alone.” The bed suddenly felt less like a refuge and more like a trap.

"ARIA, status on building systems infiltration?" Her laptop, modified with Blackwood Industries' quantum processors, hummed quietly beside her. "I have access to their security cameras, communication systems, and power grid," ARIA replied through her earpiece. "However, they're using a secondary network I cannot penetrate. It appears to be hardened against electronic intrusion." "Hunter tech," Marcus's voice crackled through the comm. "They've learned to compartmentalize their systems since werewolves started adapting to modern warfare." Adrian's growl was audible over the channel. "ETA on their backup?"

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Czar said politely. “I’m only taking a walk.” “Sir Vanluke ordered us to not let you out alone, especially after twilight.” “Then come with me.” “I’m afraid that can’t happen, Miss.” “Am I a prisoner here, Czar?” “No.” “Then let me pass.” “What’s going on here?” The familiar baritone voice with a thick russian accent sent goosebumps at the back of Ara’s neck. He’s definitely locking his sight on her. “Sir,” Czar slightly bowed his head to give respect to his boss’s presence. “Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.”

She would call me out on my bullshit, be angry for a few days but inevitably forgive me knowing that Ace was bound to anyway. "Come on, then," Ace slid his hand down my arm until his fingers laced with mine. There was something about the action that felt strangely intimate as if it meant more than just simply holding hands. It was his declaration that he stood by me and was willing to weather out the storm I was about to face with me even though he didn't have to.

His secure device — a phone connected only to his private network lit up. 1 New Message. Unknown Sender. He frowned, unlocked it. Subject: Your father’s sins don’t stay buried. Body: Round one begins soon. An attachment followed — a half-corrupted document stamped with the Blackwood Industries seal. Adrian’s stomach dropped. The document was barely readable, but the words that were legible made his blood run cold: PROJECT ARCADIA — FUNDING TRANSFER AUTHORISED BY…ARCADIA — FUNDING TRANSFER AUTHORIZED BY…