Archi Story Novels & Stories

I didn’t mind the walk — it was a beautiful day, and my mind was cranking at full speed. There were still so many questions in my head. Where was Simon? Julian? Was everyone okay after the attack last night? Would there be more attacks soon? I could go on and on, question after unanswered question. Only time would tell now. The Archimedes building loomed ahead of me, made out of a stunning obsidian black stone, stretching stories high above me, designed to be beautifully modern. It screamed class and money, and I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place.

"The Architect was so busy saving your soul, Panni, that he forgot to lock the door on his own. Welcome to the new world. I think I’ll keep the body this time." (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Rate | leave your reviews |

"I am the one who finishes the story." The Architect chuckled and tapped his pen against his palm. "That is the funny thing about stories. They never really finish. We just keep adding new chapters. A war here, a betrayal there, a bit of romance to keep the readers hooked. It is a cycle. And you, my dear, are the best loop we have." He flicked his wrist. The floor between us shifted. It turned into a long, deep pit filled with sharp, jagged metal scraps—the remains of all the versions of Lagos that had been deleted before.

[SYSTEM_MERGE: 100%_COMPLETE] [NEW_VERSION_STABILIZED: ARCHITECT_X] [STATUS: ROOT_ADMIN] Version 2.0 was gone. She wasn't deleted; she was refactored. Her cold, perfect logic had become the skeleton, but my memories, my flaws, and my bond with Xander had become the skin and the blood. For the first time in ten thousand years, the Architect was a Unified Environment. I opened my eyes in the physical world.

To torture. >>Dissociative personality disorder—genuinely does not remember what “the Architect” does during episodes. The Architect. I tear my gaze away from the file and placed it on the scanner. The red laser crawled across his face. 40%… 60%… The scanner coughed roughly, turning into a mechanical hack, like it was clearing its throat. Then another, and another. Each one slower, more strained, until the sound died completely. I leaned in to check the cable, only to find that it was still connected, then I froze. The monitor wasn’t showing the scanning page anymore. It had glitched to a live feed from the hallway camera.

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.

since morning. The two began to tell me stories about their day and all. As they told me about their day, I learned that one of our household drivers had picked them up from school. Archie was bubbly and animated as he told me about the different activities he had done, and Aria was thoughtful and observant as she filled me in on the details of her day.

I wanted to refuse, but my body worked on its own accord and unzipped my little portfolio bag, then handed the device to him. He started scrolling through it before shoving it at me again. I grasped it, and right on the screen was an article from the national media company with the title: THE NEW ARCHDUCHESS VISITS THE LOCAL MARKETS IN WORTHING Under the title was an artistic writing about how I was taking my role seriously and building a name for myself. A picture of me was pasted just beside the news, and what actually stood out was the fact that only three people appeared in the post.

“You gave off some very mixed signals. Up until the night this little girl was conceived. And then after.” “Yeah, I’m still sorry—” “It’s okay, Arch,” I say quickly. We’ve moved past our issues with that. There’s no need to bring them up now. “Actually, Quinn,” he says slowly. “There’s a story behind that, and I want to tell it to you.” “I do like stories. Does it have a happy ending?” He smiles. “I’m going to ask you a question at the end, and what you say will determine that.”

Let me take you to the history, I mean that time when Ard was not united. Before the appearance of the first king. Because the last time we had a good ending. Ending that every narrator loves and every reader hates. Suspense and a question, so I thought you need a rest from that and I brought you this new arc in which I'll tell you every detail of Ard's beautiful landscapes and the mysteries of its people. I have been here in the Ard from even before the beginning of time and I witnessed every single thing. I know more than any ardian. I am like air, it's everywhere. I am the narrator, you see me here and I'm nowhere.