Arcturus Black Novels & Stories

**Artemis P.O.V.** I woke up to something heavy weighing me down. When my eyes opened there was a large black wolf with its head on my stomach. I wiggled uncomfortably as my body felt stiff. I winced a little as a pain in my ribs reared its ugly head to life. As I wiggled the wolf turned to look at me and I gasped when I saw its cobalt blue eyes. ~ “That’s Tafari. He is Armand’s wolf”~

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

Ariet was saying everything almost breathless; the tears of Elish were dropping one to one on the strongest Archmage from the world, who became the greatest enemy from all the races. Minutes after Ariet's death, the forest guardian arrived. They saw the sacred warrior from the human kingdom was holding a man who was so beautiful that he could challenge the sky. "We arrived too late..." Qiara said with a choked voice. Her curly hair was tied up, and her lynx eyes were full of tears. "So sorry Ariet... We arrived too late..." Rutger said with his voice full of range. The beast-man with ebony skin and wolf ears seemed devastated. The roar from the green dragon seemed to want to break the sky. T

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Chapter 29 Finrir’s Display Aros, his eyes gleaming with admiration, signing to Finrir, "Young Finrir, I wish to witness the artistry of the Arcttegatian style that has been honed through generations." Tritan, intrigued by their interaction, watched as Finrir's eyes sparkled with excitement, a testament to his readiness to showcase the unique techniques that originated in Arcttegat. Tritan was keenly aware of the significance of this moment, as the unveiling of the Arcttegaiatn style underwater had the potential to inspire and captivate the Merguardians.

Taro crouched behind a stack of rusted shipping containers, rain pelting his armor, his rifle held tight against his chest. Yosuke knelt beside him, checking his watch in the dark. "Downtown grid's dead, Taro. No cop radios. Open highway." "Then let's go get paid." Taro's voice came out as a low growl. "We take the warehouse, we put a bullet in Moretti's brain." He waved his hand, and thirty mercenaries in black tactical gear broke across the wet asphalt, rushing the reinforced steel doors of Warehouse Four. "Get the charges on the hinges! Now!" Taro barked.

"The 'Remorse' frequency is becoming too thin. You are starting to 'Accept' your situation, and acceptance is a low-energy state. We need the 'Resistance'. We need the 'Anger'." He tapped a button on his tablet, and the "Simulation Screen" on the wall changed. It was no longer showing the North. It was showing a "Behind-the-Scenes" featurette of the "New Genome" rollout. Silas saw a commercial for ARCHITECTURAL DIVINITY: THE ALPHA SERIES. A human athlete was injecting a vial of "Blackwood Gold" into his arm, his eyes instantly turning a solid, glowing mercury-white as he jumped a twenty-foot wall.

The death of Luna Light, the escalating tensions with the Rogues, and the mysterious threats that seemed to circle ever closer to his family were all pieces of a puzzle he was struggling to put together. The door to his office swung open, breaking the silence. Damon walked in, his expression grim, followed by Arnette, a newcomer who had quickly made a name for himself as a skilled informant and computer genius. Lucifer glanced up, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the serious looks on their faces. He straightened in his chair, sensing that whatever news they brought would not be trivial. "Damon," Lucifer greeted, his voice a deep rumble. "Arnette. What have you got for me?"

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.