Arc Request Novels & Stories

Yaphet looked over at Aria and Landon. "I haven't seen you two before. May I ask your names?" "Aria Carver." "Landon York." Yaphet smiled. "The younger generation is truly full of talent. I take it this is your first time attending the Conclave of the Arcane at Mount Southbore." Aria looked up with a smile. "It is. It's all thanks to Mr. Bond. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been eligible."

Seventeen years after the Quietus war. Rakia's POV I took the bow and arrow from Arc's huge hands, fixing the arrow shaft in the nock. Arc was the village bully. The big, egotistic and cocky jerk everyone hated. Even those around him never really liked him. They just pretended to, so he wouldn't taunt them like what he was doing to me right now. This was my time to put him in his place. "Remember Rakia, you only get one shot," Arc said out loud, reminding me of the bet we just made. "Miss this one and you'll have to walk on cow poop... barefooted," he mocked and his friends joined him.

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“You already declared it.” Silence fell. Marcus straightened, the mask of diplomacy slipping to reveal something harder. “You don’t yet understand the enemies you’re drawing.” “I understand fear,” Aria said. “I lived inside it.” She stepped back, reclaiming her space. “You have one cycle. Observe. Decide.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “And if we decide against you?” Aria’s wolf lifted her head fully now, presence roaring silent and immense. “Then I stop asking.” For a long moment, no one moved.

The Ties That Burn. The rain over London was relentless, like the sky itself could sense something dreadful stirring beneath the calm. Inside the deepest wing of Grant Tower’s sub-basement, rows of black servers blinked in rhythmic sequence, the pulse of a ghost no one could trace. Argos had been born. Aria stood at the central command module, her reflection flickering against the glass interface. Her eyes, once sharp with vengeance, were now wired with unrelenting focus.

Arc Arc departed the party with a mix of exasperation and relief, after standing in a stiff posture for a selfie with Chelsea and his eager fans. Today marked a first for him – his first appearance in a social gathering that he'd been invited to, let alone a party. And, astonishingly, someone had touched him without recoiling in disgust. Typically, people didn't dare spare him a second glance. Yet, a gentle hum stirred in his belly, leaving him perplexed. He couldn't quite pinpoint the sensation, but it was a pleasant, warm feeling that enveloped him.

I can weaken her by using guilt to make her skip energy feeding, but what else can I do? "It's time to go now." I flag the waitress to pay and for a to go box for Axar's leftovers. I send him to the car and I decide that I need blood. I open the car door and send Axar inside. "Stay here. I need to use the restroom." I wink as a wide grin plasters my face. However viscious and terrible he thought Sera, he would love to peek into my psyche for even a moment. He is riding with the greater evil.

I said stretching out my phone to her "Nope, you can have Lexi's number and send her the address, she'll relay it to me, I don't give Assholes my contact" "Ooh! Burn" Brandon snickered I just stared at her, Nicole Thompson was a challenge and Meetme rises to any challenge

“And what do they want with a security firm?” Evelyn glanced at Ciara and pressed her fingers together. “Argentum would help Ark Angel cut through red tape faster and get the product out to more people. Plus, with the work Ciara’s company does, being able to have medical professionals on standby would help in some cases, would it not?”

The signature of a man who should not have been able to sign anything. Then Damian noticed something. A timestamp. His eyes narrowed. "Wait." The room turned toward him. "What?" Amara asked. Damian pointed. "The authorization wasn't completed here." Silence. "What do you mean?" "The access point." He zoomed in. A location identifier appeared. Archive Access Node 7. The room stared. Then Sister Grace frowned. "There is no Node 7." Nobody liked that answer. Not even a little. Damian checked again. The system clearly displayed the same thing.