Arcturus Black Novels & Stories

"You're right. A one-on-one is too slow. Come at me together. I'll kill every last one of you." Then, he charged straight into them like a tiger let loose in a flock of chickens. Black energy surged around him, dark and bottomless. He looked like something that had been dragged up from the abyss. It was the unmistakable mark of the Black Arcane Arts. Screams rang out one after another as more of the young elites fell. It was one thing to lose to Kaldor. There had been a crushing gap in both power and status. But losing to Zeke? That was something they couldn't accept.

Lord Arcturus, fueled by ambition and a hunger for power, embarked on a clandestine mission to advance his own interests in Adernia. With King Fredrick's absence and Prince Gabriel's alliance with Maxoria seemingly shattered, he saw an opportune moment to make his move. Arcturus, a master manipulator, began to weave a web of deceit and manipulation, sowing seeds of doubt and suspicion among the lords of Adernia. Whispers of King Fredrick's disappearance and Gabriel's alleged abandonment of his responsibilities spread like wildfire through the court, fueling Lord Arcturus' claims.

A recognisable voice calls from behind me. I reluctantly stop in my tracks and turn around as the cold has my teeth on the verge of chattering. I watch Arthwin’s familiar frame run over to me, his usual all-black attire standing out against the white snow around us while his fiery red hair makes him look like the human version of a GPS location pin. He slows down as he approaches, his heterochromia eyes becoming replaced by pitch blackness. The only thing keeping him from looking like a demon on the CW are the gleaming silver pearls that have taken the place of his pupils. His hands are illuminated by a violet glow and as he waves them, a dome of billowing violet smoke-like energy appears ar

My hair must’ve looked like an after sex haze. “Yes, Dad,” I stepped out from behind Ace’s protective body. “I can decide on my own, and I chose to be with Ace.” They say Arthur Black is a man that can shoot fire with his eyes. At this moment, I can feel his anger radiating from the little distance between us. The blazing rage from his cobalt eyes is not directed at me but towards the man who was standing beside me. Holding my hand in a vice grip as if someone would take me away from him any second.

"You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed." "All right, if that's what you want, but don't be afraid to come to me. I'm always available." I smiled at him before getting to work. I sighed deeply as I remembered the torn body of a human. Who did it? I really want to meet and kill a werewolf. But I can't seem to find them. I can't seem to find at least one of them. I was waiting for a taxi when a black car pulled in front of me. I cocked my brow and waited to see who was inside the car. When I saw Zeux open his window, my eyes widened.

Nero opened the Archturian communication device, which was shaped like a black smartphone but only half the size of an adult’s palm, with the Archturian crest on the back. “Not far from here.” Nero pointed back. “There.” Jo and Gemma exchanged glances, and they said almost at the same time. “That seems to be where I was going.” “I ran away from there.” Nero, who heard that answer, put on a face full of questions. He tucked the Archturian communicator into the pocket of his uniform and said, “This is just getting more and more interesting.” *

Beneath the night sky, the unfinished building stood like a giant tombstone. Swallowing every sin that had just taken place. "Black Garuda." Arka did not turn around. "Did you record everything?" "Of course, Boss." From the shadows, Black Garuda answered calmly. The red light on the small camera in his hand slowly went out. Arka then walked toward Kelvin. His steps were slow, yet each one felt like crushing pressure. Kelvin was still gasping when Arka's voice rang out. "You look alive." Arka looked at him like a scalpel dissecting a body. "But you also look like someone who's about to die."

For Chloe Vanguard, the deepest pain lies not in the skin that is torn, but in the neurons that are forced to betray themselves. Julian Blackwood was tied to a silver chair covered in a gravity-suppressing material that absorbed all of his remaining wolf powers. His disfigured face was even more pitiful without his iron mask. The medical cables connected to the black nerve sensor helmet stuck firmly into Julian's temples and nape. Arthur stood behind a console that flashed a cool blue. The veteran assassin's eagle eyes continued to monitor Julian's frontal lobe scans. "The cerebral cortex is putting up a fight, Miss," Arthur reported slowly, without a trace of pity. "This wolf would rather f

I can feel their hunger, their excitement—salt and heat at the back of my throat. The biggest one pounces. A black blur intercepts midair. Arthur. No—not Arthur. Not anymore. This thing is all ripping muscle and snapping jaws, fur dark as a starless sky. It— he —tears out the Blackwater wolf's throat with a wet crunch. Blood sprays hot across my cheeks. The remaining wolves whimper. Arthur's answering growl vibrates through the earth beneath me. Then he's on them. It's not a fight. It's slaughter. Limbs twist at unnatural angles. Snarls cut off mid-breath. The forest floor drinks deep.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"