Arch Enemy Book Novels & Stories

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We didn’t have to wait long as the other four advanced, twirling or swinging their weapons. The first clank of metal on metal came from behind me when Ajani blocked an attack. I had no time to look as two of the barbarians leaped towards me, one swinging an ax, the other a sword. I ducked and rolled out of the way of the heavy descending ax, only to meet the swing of a blade and managed to block it.

He’d like to fight that devil fair and square. Arth removed his armor and helm, leaving him with his blue cloak. Then he went to the open balcony and stared at the falling snow for a long moment … a very long moment. He was prepared for anything that could happen, even death. But he vowed to himself he would never let himself die without killing the general first. ***

Archie wanted to damage the beast as soon as possible, so he ordered his personal team to do the same. Archie was a ranged attacker. His most basic strategy was to hit the beast's blind spot. In fact, he was really good at it. He was making several sneak attack on the Manticore's blind spots while the beast was busy fighting Grisha. Though his attack were not dealing any damage, they still hindered its movements enough to be called as skilled support. The remaining members of the restraining party were also still trying to hold the beast back, but for most them the target was just too fast.

Alex I knew the moment had arrived. The time to confront my enemy, Zane, was upon me. As I stood in the dimly lit corridor, the walls lined with the opulent yet oppressive decor of the castle, I took a deep breath. My hands moved with practiced precision, checking my rifle one last time. The cold metal felt reassuring under my fingers, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. Each click and snap as I inspected the weapon seemed to echo Amanda's name in my mind, a constant reminder of why I was here.

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.

Bloodline Prophecy The bloodline of Archer will rise up The heir of Archer will become a beacon of hope But the darkness will betray the Light Bring forth war upon the lands and sea Upon the shoulders of the forsaken Immortal creatures of the Dark will revel in the sunlight Only the Slayer and the Chosen can defeat their bloodline To rid the lands and sea of the Darkness ____ Calyx smelled blood before she saw it.

So close. She crawled forward, her hands numb, her vision blurring. The footsteps stopped. A low, deep growl cut through the night. Not playful, it's a roar ,growl of authority. Pure Alpha. The drunk wolves scattered, cursing, crashing through the snow in their hurry to get away. Katya collapsed against a stone pillar at the base of the tower. Through the haze in her vision, she saw a figure approaching. Tall and Dark but Familiar with those Amber eyes. "You," she whispered. Then everything went black.

“Know your enemy.” Ethan then tossed the book at William. “Check page 327.” He then said to the Alpha, before sitting down on an armchair. William flipped the pages quickly, balancing the book and his grip on the whiskey tumbler which he had already taken a brief sip from. The alcohol burned down his throat and looked into a warm feeling in his stomach as he checked the page. The heading ‘Hunters’ stood out to him as well as diagrams of the symbol he knew so well.

she says to him in a low voice, not wanting the shopkeeper to eavesdrop on their discussion. Archie stares at her in shock. “Emblem of gold?” he repeated in utmost surprise. “Isn’t that a book written by a group of men in the late 90s; they were later denounced vile of the death of an authoritative man.” he chuckles, wondering why she's looking for an unethical book like that. Kayla turns around to have a proper look at the young lad in front of her. “A book like this is something of a unicorn. How did you learn about this?” she asks with her arms crossed.