Arc Request Novels & Stories

ACE "Have you done it?" Jericho asked. over the receiver. Turned out, the cub wasn't completely useless when it came to my little predicament after all. It, admittedly, took him longer than I had anticipated for him to get back to me, but he eventually came up with a plan that I took pleasure in initiating.

I feel a slight panic rise in me, Aries catches it and snaps his head round to look at me as we enter the hall, I give him a tight smile and link our mate but am unable to get through. Azrid, can you reach Ersa? No, where is mate? "Sh!t, Aries, we have a problem." I say to him, his eyes instantly flash black as Arcane tries to take over. "Where is she?" He says through gritted teeth, I can tell he's trying to link her and to no avail, I try again too, Azrid is whimpering, tail between his legs in the back of my mind while Aries fights with Arcane to stay in control of his body still.

"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.

"You okay?" "I'm fine," I said quickly, stepping back from his grip. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." "No harm done." He studied my face with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. "You must be Aria. I'm Marcus Webb, assistant head tracker for Crescent Pack. Just got back from an assignment." One of the officials Chloe had mentioned. I forced a polite smile. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise. I've heard quite a bit about you." His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Interesting how you managed to trigger the memorial boards. Not many people can do that."

“Oh really? Wonderful place to work.” “Thanks,” Dev smiled. “I work at Arson Smith by the way,” the balding man stated proudly. “I see! I have a friend who works there.” “Really? Which department?” “Engineering. Gaurav Saran.” “I know him! He’s your friend!” “Batch mates from college,” Dev answered. Gradually, the train picked up speed and chugged through a decent suburb lined with identical duplex houses on either side. Two rail tracks ran parallel in between. Dev began to enjoy the ride. He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside.

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays.

Ines joined via holo-feed, face pale blue in the flickering light. “Ready when you are. Encryption pattern’s Corsair signature—but modified. The signature keeps rewriting itself.” “Do it,” Liora said. Ines hit the command. The screen blinked twice, then resolved into black text on white, simple and surgical: Liora Varian. The throne you killed was only a decoy. The true Ark waits beneath the city. The one above was the mirror. You have seven days. Then the God you silenced will wake. Bram’s voice cracked over the comm. “That’s impossible. The relay was orbital—everything linked through the Corsair hub.”

"Now? In the middle of an attack?" "The warlock anchor is the foundation of your power," Soren said quickly, his words rushing out in a low, furious murmur. "If we complete the bond voluntarily, your witch side will seal itself to my bloodline. They won't be able to force a subjugation spell over a fully anchored connection. But it has to be your choice, Aria. If you hesitate, if your mind resists me, the spell will shatter and it will burn us both to ash."

“Even if that’s true, what do you expect me to do with it? I don’t know how to control it, Damien. I didn’t even know it existed until now.” “That’s why we’re having this conversation,” Damien said, his tone patient but firm. “For the upcoming event to work, I need you to figure it out. Reed is one thing, but Arc is his shadow, his weapon. If we’re going to neutralize Reed, we have to deal with Arc first, and that’s where you come in.”