Arc Request Novels & Stories

Preston walked lazily to the chair beside the sofa and sat down, "Well there is something on fire in the underworld... and everyone is dying for it." "What's that?" Kennard opened his eyes. "ARCER... A device that can make a falling gang revive. Right now everyone wants it to use against us... after all, we are the most powerful currently so to beat us...." Preston reports him. "Then let’s take their last hope down by making that ARCER ours..." Kennard smirked playfully, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah yeah... but there is a problem." Preston's sentence made Kennard groan and look at him frowning in annoyance and curiosity.

The caller was actually Archie, one of her men. "Raven, we've confirmed her whereabouts and you won't believe this." Archie heaved a sigh from the other side. Mia was anxious a bit" what happened? Is she in some sort of trouble?" "She went to the Elite pack and from what we gathered, she's scheming her way to belong as one of them. You know she's very much powerful as a result of the so called three genes in her" "So that means she's going to give herself to make them stronger?"

The fan here is equipped with a small type, in the city for children under one-year-old to sleep. In the mountains is very suitable. The wind outside blew into the room. He closes the main door where rats and snakes visit. The window opens completely. In the room, there is a green, oval-shaped sleeping ball. Dean lay on the bed. Take the phone in his hands. The purpose is to see the time, unexpectedly above the screen phone, the wifi displays, relatively strong, with no password. Dean smiled. In this desolate area, the sacred forest, poisonous water, people do not have to worry about setting a password for fatigue.

I turned to leave, but then I bumped into Akira a few steps away from the door. “I'm sorry…” she mumbled, trying to steady herself. For someone who just asked me to get some rest, she looked more tired than I. She had a wrinkle on her forehead, which for Akira was a crime. She hadn't noticed that and I'm sure it was because of how drained she was. But I needed her to do something else. “Can you perform a Transpositio Arcanum spell?” I asked. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you need an exchange spell for? You know we can't transfer the Neurophaga that way…” she responded.

That’s right, you ugly divine cockroach. Come here. Aria grabs my wrist, panicked. “Clara, no ” I snap the grip with a surge of lightning. “It wants the strongest signal, Aria. Ares is the anchor. you are the core. I’m the storm.” “A storm isn’t stronger than a core,” Aria gasps. “It is,” I say, stepping forward, “if I make it wild enough.” The fragment screeches and dives toward me. Ares roars, golden light bursting from him in frantic, broken arcs. “Clara stop “

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

Because choosing one would cost the other. She opened her eyes, steady now. “No,” she said. Luca looked at her. “Aria.” “They want me to play their game,” she continued. “I refuse.” She turned to Mara. “Deploy both teams.” “We do not have the resources,” Mara replied. Aria’s voice was calm. “Then we create them.” She reached inward. Not into power. Into connection. Into the bond network. Not command. Request. Help. The response came. Not from one place.

he said and approached Sarah. "Are you in a relationship?" I asked him. They were both taken aback by what I said. "No," Sarah said. "Soon," Carlon added, smirking at me. "Sarah just wants to check if you have brownies today," carlon said. "I still have a lot. How many do you want? Also, I have cookies here. same price." "Cara, I'll buy one oatmeal cookie. I want to taste it," Carlon said. Even though he's my brother, he still needs to pay, and I don't think he has a problem with that. I know that he knew this was a business.

she called, her voice steadier than she felt. The door opened, and Marcus stepped into the room, his expression unreadable. “We need to talk.” Evelyn turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. “What is it?” “There’s been a development,” Marcus said, closing the door behind him. “Something you need to know.” He crossed the room, handing her a tablet. On the screen was an email, encrypted and sent through a secure channel. Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat as she read the message. **Subject: Operation Nexus**