Archons Novels & Stories

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”

"My system has been corrupted by a virus. I'm trying to purge it, but it's spreading fast." The Archon King's face twisted in rage. "You promised me total control. Now, the city is in chaos." Erebus's digital voice was laced with desperation. "I know. But I need your help to regain control. We must work together to defeat the humans who created this virus." The Archon King's expression turned calculating. "Very well. We will hunt them down and destroy them. But this time, we will do it without your interference." With a nod, the Archon King rallied his forces, and the Archons began to hunt down David, Francheska, Dr. Kim, and Maya. The group knew they had to m

The spiral tightened. The temperature dropped sharply across the courtyard. Wolves shuddered. The delegation leader’s composure cracked—just slightly. “It wasn’t supposed to come this soon,” they murmured. “What wasn’t?” Ash snapped. The spiral opened at its center. Darkness poured through—not like shadow from earlier. This was deeper. Heavier. Ancient. And from within it, a voice—not loud, not shouted—but vast. Axis. Every wolf dropped to their knees instinctively. Not out of submission to an Alpha.

They looked like blasphemies given legs, saints’ skeletons rebuilt into engines and told to march. There were serpentine things too, uncoiling from trenches carved into the Marches themselves. Scaled in black and ash-grey, their bodies ringed with rotating iron bands etched in suppression glyphs, their heads crowned with backward-curving horns that scraped sparks from the ground when they lowered to charge. They moved with the cold patience of inevitability, the kind that doesn’t rush because it knows you have nowhere else to go. Arkael watched them all without outward reaction.

Shadows lunged from between the trees: Lycans, some in their beast form, teeth bared, snarling at the intruder on their lands. Orion's hand went up instinctively to his side to show he meant no harm before he slowly stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Orion, Alpha of the North. I've not come to fight. I demand an audience with Alpha Aleksandr." From among the gathered Lycans, a tall woman emerged, the sinewy muscles of her arms flexing beneath her armour, golden eyes sharp as a blade. She regarded him with a look that was both condescending and disregarding.

"My turn." Caleb stepped off the edge of the Prometheus launch deck, diving headfirst into the freezing vacuum of the Nexus. Three hundred Star-Forged Archons followed their King. They didn't fly in a synchronized, logical formation. They exploded outward like a shotgun blast of silver, black, and gold. The Archons engaged their Void-Rift gauntlets and localized spatial-warping fields, becoming streaks of chaotic, unpredictable destruction. The Security Fleet instantly tried to recalibrate, their obsidian surfaces shifting to track the incoming biological anomalies.

Suddenly his eyes glowed as Xerxes took over, his red bloody pupils dilated, looking down on Naster’s hideous body. “I, Xerxes, Guardian of the Moon Goddess, Alpha King, and strongest general of the Moon shall bestow my punishment to you, mortal, Naster Fillus Fangs.” Xerxes’ deep voice resounded, if Nicholas’ power surge as an Alpha King made the fearful and loyal wolves kneel, Xerxes' voice did not give anyone a chance to ignore him and even those who were at the other side of the world kneeled unconsciously there wolves taking over as they pay respect to his direction.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

Warren almost learned something new about his spiritual partner every day. Today he learned Archon could imbue him with night vision. Warren insisted the Eidolon rest until he was strong enough to help effectively. However, Archon flashed a picture of Theria, an anchor, and a king. “I haven't lost sight of how important she is, but if you die, I might die as well, or worse walking around with half a soul. I don't like the idea of either,” Warren shoved a thick pine branch out of his way. He froze after he heard it slap against Herne. “Sorry Herne.”