Arch Enemy Book Novels & Stories

The archive room was the oldest part of the compound. Not architecturally — the building itself was modern enough, practical, built for function rather than history. But the room had accumulated something over the years. The books that lived in it were not decorative. They were the kind of books that got passed between packs the way territory maps got passed — carefully, with an understanding of what they contained and what it would mean to lose them. Handwritten in several languages. Annotated in margins by hands that had been dead for a century or more. Smelling of something that had nothing to do with paper or ink — something older, something that lived in the content rather than the cont

It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this. They worked as a team, each one of them knowing their roles by instinct. One fired to disrupt the drugged elites’ vision, while others pinned them against shattered tables and twisted steel. The finishers moved in, driving their blades through their skulls to end the abominations for good. But even with their help, the aggressive monsters refused to stay dead. “We have to find our way out,” I muttered as I found myself right behind Isabella’s back. This wasn’t a battle that we could win by experience and numbers.

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

It was nice knowing that we weren’t the only ones, but did I really want to know what we were capable of? I turned my attention back to the ancient looking book and forced myself to start reading the words. The pack from France turned out to be a bigger help than I expected. The Alpha sisters that led the pack didn’t have much of a reputation for battle or war, as far as I could tell they had avoided any such nastiness in their little corner of the world, so I hadn’t expected them to have much experience or knowledge of battle theory, I had simply been hoping for extra bodies that weren’t too much of a hindrance.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

"Well, I see Chloe is afraid you might let the book enter into the hands of our enemies who will in turn terminate her magic because the book holds powers that can do that. Do not for once think that I will watch you do that, my dear young people." The Lady said. It was funny to me… we had no idea who their enemies were and we were definitely not going to give the book to anyone else. We were now very much interested in learning magic and we were going to have the book as a guide. Besides, had we not discovered the book in the midst of ruins? We had come that far and had discovered the book and that meant, there was no way we were going to leave without it. It was that simple.

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.

He just found the courage to do so after wanting to divert his mind from Aubrey. Alpha Angelo dusted the drawer before opening. He took out the old, Ancient rule book from the drawer. He was surprised that even though the book was old, it was well-preserved and kept. All the pages were intact. Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand.

I get out of the chair and jut my chin at him. “What’s that?” “Oh,” Archer looks in his hands. He runs a hand through his hair. He’s clearly uncomfortable. “It’s a – uh book on mates.” He looks back at me. “I was thinking about our conversation. Wanted to know more.” I can’t believe it but Archer actually seems a bit embarrassed to be holding the book “Oh,” I say. “That’s…nice. What did you find?” He raises the book slightly. “Not much that I didn’t already know,” He looks around the room. “There’s books in here from the 1700s. I was hoping they’d tell me something I don’t know or provide a different perspective. But nothing.”