Arc Request Novels & Stories

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 The garish neon lights of Rick's Riot towered above, casting an eerie glow over the darkened street. The bar's name pulsed like a warning signal, sending a shiver down Arc's spine and stirring a primal unease that made his instincts scream warning. Arc's hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation warring with curiosity. Rick's Riot, Thorne Town's beloved gay bar, beckoned with its vibrant neon lights. He hesitated outside Rick's Riot, his heart racing with uncertainty. He'd never set foot in a place like this before. The vibrant bar seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, intimidating him.

Silence spread through the chamber. Even Arthur stopped speaking. Ama stepped forward slightly. The node beneath her feet brightened in response. Not activating. Listening. “So I’m not going to choose between definitions that already exist.” A pause. “I’m going to define something new.” The archive reacted instantly. Not with alarm. Not with correction. But with structural recalibration. UNDEFINED PATH — ACTIVE Arthur whispered, “It’s accepting her input as system-level modification…” Gabriel muttered, “That sounds dangerous.” Arthur snapped, “It is!”

Marcus hated it. “I don't trust silence,” he muttered for what was probably the hundredth time.Jesse looked up from a chair near the window.“You didn't trust the noise either.”“That's different.”“No, it isn't.”Marcus opened his mouth to argue.Then stopped.Because unfortunately Jesse had a point.Liora stood near one of the displays.Watching system activity metrics drift steadily downward.“It's still functioning,” she said.Marcus nodded.“Perfectly.”The Archive remained active.Adaptive networks continued operating.Communities still shared ideas across continents.Nothing was broken.

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.

The one on the left whispered something to the guy who spoke earlier and his lips contorted into an 'O' shape like he just realised something. Dickhead was standing at the middle with a scowl on his face as he glared persistently at the ground. "Hi! I'm Brandon Ironside and this is Lucas Dane, I've been waiting to meet you since I head about you this morning" the slightly taller one introduced, his hand out for a handshake "Nicole Thompson" I replied shaking his hands and Lucas's. "Excuse me but did you just say you heard about me?" I asked

“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.”

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 step inside and pause, my eyes locking briefly on Arc. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, laptop perched on his knees, eyes scanning the screen with laser focus. His brows are slightly drawn, lips tight. He looks… intense. But not in a "trying to kill me with his stare" kind of way. More like he’s trying to solve some mysterious vampire-level Rubik’s cube. Jon, on the other hand, is doing something on his phone. Maybe booking a ride as he told me before. Arc glances up at the sound of the door and immediately closes the laptop. "You good?"

" I asked, my voice a shade more intense than I intended. The urgency in his tone had ignited my curiosity, and I braced myself for whatever revelation was about to come. He hesitated for a moment, before talking again, "It's about Arcane," he began, the words measured. The mention of her name sent a ripple of conflicting emotions through me. "She wants to move, go to some foreign business school. I promised her my support, but I felt it was only right to discuss it with you first."