Archie Crossover Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s so good to see you, mate. When you called, I about fell off my chair. I couldn’t believe it. It’s been so long.” They both pull apart and continue to smile. Azazel simply waves nonchalantly. “You know how it is, mate. Sometimes a bloke needs to lay low. Especially when you live in one place for centuries. I couldn’t believe it when Mathias told me you were here.” Kell clears his throat, reminding them that we’re in the room. He shifts his face as if focusing his non-existent eyes on us. Azazel gestures to us with a wave of his hand. “Sorry, mate. This is Kell Cross and Amara Vega. She’s the Breija Mathias told you about.”

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

"So if we don't cooperate, you kill us and start over?" "Correct." Her brother moved to the console. "Then we destroy it. Everything. The archive, the data, all of it." "Destruction triggers the same protocol. This archive is linked to twelve others worldwide. All must be destroyed simultaneously, or the system rebuilt." Damien punched the wall. "There has to be a way out." "There is." Everyone froze. "The Architects anticipated resistance. They built a failsafe. One heir, willingly accepting full integration, can override all protocols. Reshape the Covenant's purpose. End the cycle."

Archie couldn’t help but squint his eyes, jealousy crept inside him. After that incident, Caz tried everything to avoid him and Archie noticed it and he couldn’t take it so he confronted her but the only thing he got was rejection. He was furious at getting rejected by a nerd and to get rid of what he’s feeling inside he partied with his friends and when he’s so dope up he tried to unwind outside of the bar. All the alcohol was washed away when he saw Caz walk out of the bar, in a red strap and tight dress, very unlike her nerdy façade, it’s like she’s the girl he saw at the bar that night. He tried to follow her but she was gone in an instant. The next day, Archie is hungover and he’s unsur

The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement archives buzzed their familiar drone. Aria sat at her metal desk, sorting through merger documentation that seemed to multiply every time she looked away. Her mind kept drifting back to yesterday’s brunch—Cassandra’s cruelty, the bruises hidden under her sleeves, the weight of silence. The internal line rang, cutting through her thoughts. “Aria Hale,” she answered. “Aria, it’s Sarah.” Damian’s assistant sounded brisk, efficient. “Mr. Cross needs you to handle a pickup.”

“Nice to see you too, babe. I got called in early for a meeting. I thought I’d surprise you at lunch, but your dads clearly had other plans.” “Can you fight?” I ask. “Kind of. Combat is my secondary subject. I’m not as skilled as the others, but I can hold my own.” “Good, because we are about to be swarmed,” I breathe, pulling the last knot free. Archie crashes through the trees first, an excited grin on his face. He looks pumped. Chase appears next, blood on his knuckles and a feral gleam in his eyes. Dillon follows, dirt smeared across his face and his jaw set with determination.

She grabs them out of the rose garden and runs through the hallways. “But, m-my queen—you shouldn’t be running. This is---“ “With me, I’ll make sure the two of you will always be happy!” Aria smiles at them with determination on her face. She has decided. She will change her fate –the fate of crossbreeds and the system of the new Utopia. Just like what she has read about the archaeon book, she has decided to bring things back to where it all begins…

PRINCE ARCHER had been walking for nearly half an hour, his sword on his right hip, his bow and arrow and some nets and traps on a knapsack on his back, when he spotted Aurora, her bright red hair glimmering under the rays of the sun. She was crouched on one of her traps, holding a fat, brownish rabbit. “Aurora!” he called. She turned to look at the sound of his voice, her eyebrows furrowing. Despite her unwelcoming expression, he still felt joy in his chest upon seeing the lady again. He jogged towards her, only stopping when he was an arm’s length away from her.