Novelas y relatos de Arcane Sniper

Nero finally asks, and there’s something in his voice—something I can’t quite place. “I didn’t at first,” I admit. “I mean, it sounds like bullshit, right? But Arkyn … he used his Alpha Sight on Zane. Went through his memories.” “And?” “And it’s all true,” I say, leaning against the side of the house, my heart still racing from everything that’s happened tonight. “He gave himself up for us, for the pack. He’s been working with the coven all these years, but not because he wanted to. They’ve been using him.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

This feud was bound to be settled the old-fashioned way—by force. "Formation, attack!" Arcan was not up for a solo showdown, so he bellowed to his crew. Whoosh! The assembled group of 30-plus scattered, each taking their place in a precise formation. Black Maple Master stood side by side with Arcan, both poised to take on their adversary as one. "Take this, the antidote!" Arcan flicked his wrist, sending a dark red pill flying toward Black Maple Master.

*"If the enemy prepares a counter-ritual, let them. It will consume their focus, their resources, their time. While they work to stop one plan, you execute another." Arlene had three plans. The memorial massacre was just the most obvious. Plan two was simpler. Crueler. More direct. She touched her stomach, feeling the emptiness there. The transfer spell had failed because Jasmina wasn't actually dead. But there were other ways to steal an unborn child. Darker ways. She pulled out a black knife from her desk drawer. The blade was obsidian, carved with runes that glowed faintly red. "Soul blade," she whispered. "Cuts through flesh and spirit."

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?

A silhouette shifted behind a broken railing, and Esteban’s eyes flickered there again. Her eyes widened, it was a sniper. “Lucian!” She rushed towards him, the shot fired through the tension. Aria slammed into Lucian with everything she had, shoving him hard and indirectly drawing Domenico down. The bullet rushed past where his head had been seconds earlier, and buried itself into a crate behind them, the wood exploded into a shower of splinters. Lucian was already moving, spinning with her, and he yelled. “Agguato!” (Ambush!)

"I'm going to f*cking kill everyone." No one dared to stop Vanluke Kromatova from gunning every considered useless person. His mind is entirely absorbed in retrieving Ara even if he has to go through hell for it. He took out his five-shot, double and single action large-caliber revolver that can fire .500 matching magnum cartridge. Enough for a brain splattering head on gunfight his gut is trembling for.

Adrian's POV I could feel death lurking around the corners, waiting for me to send Araknee to him. One last squeeze and Hartland will be mine. Tightening my prey in my water snake's hold, the sight of her writhing in pain brought a smile of satisfaction to my face. So long, Lost Princess!

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."