Arcturus Black Novels & Stories

Its form was softer, more fluid, almost human in its proportions, though its face remained a blank, silver void. ​The figure stopped ten paces away and bowed, its liquid metal neck bending with a sound like humming high-tension wires. ​“Do not strike, Sovereign,” the figure spoke. Its voice wasn't a digital rasp or a cold, mechanical click; it was a melodic, multi-tonal vibration that seemed to harmonize perfectly with the rhythmic, deep-bass bubbling of the magma behind it. “I am Arktos. I am what your kind might call a ‘Discarded Unit.’ The High Architect deemed my resonance too sympathetic—too grounded the messy biology of this world. I was sent here to be erased, to be melted back into t

he asks in a slightly less angry tone. Swallowing hard, I nod and stop resisting. With surprising gentleness, he lifts my arms out the way I had them before, making an adjustment to the way I’m holding my hands. “You have to relax, Arcturus,” he instructs. “You’re holding way too much tension in your arms.” “Are you a shifter or a physical therapist?” I quip grouchily, desperate to regain my composure. Atlas ignores my lame attempt at a joke, continuing to hold my wrists. “Feel for the pain,” he tells me. “Don’t just remember it, experience it. Live out the dark moments. Embrace your darkness and show me what you’re made of.”

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

The phone rang a few times before a warm, yet slightly weary voice answered, "Hello, Azraiel. It’s been a while." “Aunt Caitlyn,” Azraiel began, his tone a mix of urgency and respect, “I need your help. It’s about Charlotte’s pack and a connection I’ve discovered between the Blue Orchid Pack and the Black Onyx Pack.” There was a brief pause on the other end, the kind that signalled deep thought. “Go on,” Caitlyn prompted, her voice now tinged with curiosity.

I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish. 'Let's go,' he smiles. I nod and let him lead me out of the dungeon. It’s so bright outside. I have to use my free hand to cover my eyes from the sun. Alpha Maximus opens the door of the long black car. I have never seen a car like this before. He gestures for me to hop in, but everything is bright and blurry. My eyes are hurting too much. Alpha Maximus notices my eyes are struggling to focus. He places his hands on my hips and guides me into the back seat.

Chapter 47 Aurora's POV "Huh? Make love? I don't think that's a good idea," I replied with a raspy voice but that made him more aggressive and then his eyes turned a darker shade than usual. I'd never seen Matteo like that before and for the first time, I was seeing the merciless side that everyone had whispered about. I might have liked it if he was in a better mood and in control of his temper, but now, it seemed like his demons had reined over his sense of reasoning.

Black asked with his calm face and his voice low. The calmness was eating Arlo up because he didn’t expect him to be this calm. Since he ended up being caught, it’s better to die and let his friend who’s the boss avenge his death with her revenge. He’s just regretting the fact that he won’t be able to reveal his secret — the ruse of being disabled. “Yes I did... and if you let me go now, your new wife won’t be spared too,” Arlo said. Black sits back on his chair with his legs crossed and both of his hands crossed on his knees.

Starlet followed behind me. “What do you plan to do now,” he asked, and I could feel the killing intent he was emitting. “Drive me to my apartment first, then gather all the killer-wolves elites (previously Wardogs),” I said as I opened the back door and stepped in. “I will get you back your old weapons and armour,” Starlet said as he started the ignition. “Don't bother. Maximus Aurelius died today. I am Black Heart now. And I'll hunt these prey with new weapons.”