Arcturus Black Novels & Stories

Aurora "All good things come to an end and good people too," the Elder said as he set father's disjointed bdy ablaze. "Dust to dust," he recited the cliche ritual citations as I watched my father gradually disintegrate to complete ashes, the tears pricked the corner of my eyes but I blinked them back and squared my shoulders. I was Aurora; Luna and Leader of the blue bloods, I couldn't be perceived as weak either. "Did you later get that tattoo?" A strong arm wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

Flashback "laughter and shouts from the little pups in the racing group rang out loudly in every corner, the kids were excited to see the alpha's newest horse collection and today was the first race with the newbies! All the horses were indeed beautiful but a particular black-eyed Celeste loved the black mare the most!! but he was a bit unruly and needed more training!! While the others were busy admiring and touching the horse's mane, she unlocked the door holding the black mare and led him outside the stall, when the others noticed it she was already directly in the front of the horse and it almost charged towards her but for the timely whistle of archer who distracted it away!!! Celeste w

As I looked up at him, I couldn’t help but notice the difference between the color of his eyes and that of his wolf. While Rage’s eyes were blood red, his eyes were a brown so dark that anyone could mistake it for black - like I had done until now. His hair however, reminded me of Rage. Like his wolf’s fur, his hair was black as night and long enough that it brushed his shoulders. Shorter strands fell forward, down past his forehead and over his eyes to give him that intimidating look. His nose was straight and gave an air of arrogance to his already intimidating face while his defined jawline, dimpled chin and full lips completed his terrifyingly handsome face.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“Taking those who are weaker, younger, making them fight for entertainment. And if you refuse, you die.” I share a look with Nero and Orion. This isn’t just some small-time operation. This is organized. A full-blown fucking enterprise. And it’s spreading like a goddamn virus through our packs. “I’m gonna need more than that, Aeron,” Nero says, his voice tight with barely restrained rage. “We can’t take this down without knowing who’s behind it. I’m going to have to contact Arkyn and Creed at this fucking rate.” Aeron hesitates, his gaze flicking to the floor. “There’s one name I remember … someone they mentioned a lot. He’s not a wolf, but he’s the one pulling the strings.”

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

The attacks get more intense because they know that I can now have enough power to achieve my goals. I then raise my right dagger and slash the black mark on my left shoulder, making a diagonal cut across it. "I, Hope Black, Delta of the Silver Rage Pack, with the power of the Moon and Excalibur, reject you, Marcus Angelis, Lord of Hunters, and resign the position of Overlord of the Guardians of Humanity." Another rift opened in my soul and I screamed in pain, bowing down, the Gods now turned their attention to where I stand as the pain I feel radiates through the remaining bonds.

He whispered and I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. “He is feeding off the souls that he is killing, Arturo.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The man is using dark magic to grow stronger by their souls.” “Sienna, what are you talking about?” He asked, trying to process what I was saying; however, my vision blurred as the effect of morphine made my head spin. Taking in the situation, Arturo shook his head and tightened his arms around me. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, making Arturo curse under his breath before he put his arm under my knee.

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.