Arcturus Black Novels & Stories

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

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he cried with a shriek that made things tremble with its power! And their hearts also shook. His voice was very deep and changing, and this indicates one thing His union with his wolves, that is why his cry came out with such strength and anger! His eyes were dark blue with some redness and black threads And all his veins that surround his hands and neck have turned black "Arius" He walked toward his girlfriend, leaned in front of her, gently stroked her hair, against his terrifying appearance She lowered her hands, staring at him with red eyes from crying

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

I have a feeling that this beast has already mastered to command the distortion. --- A dark light ignited aback, from something… Its body is blackened in shadow and the outside is all light, emphasizing its thin shape- silhouette of an unknown object affixed and standing by the ground. Another Arc appeared near to where Niru is standing, at his back facing side ways unlike the other two arcs; upper and lower arc. At the center of the arc is a hole, and an eye peeking into it. It whispered to itself. ‘’What happens now isn’t according to the plans of my Master.’’

Black The Origin Chapter 3: Purpose Having direct eye contact with his father's familiar green determined eyes. Alkhun evaporating black smoke, slowly coming back from him. "Violence is not the only Resolve," Kepler said staring at his youngest son, who is currently at 10 years of age. Then he switched his gaze to his oldest don, Marlo. Marlo Berhalksawn, Daughter of Arzar. A 20 years old child, and the most deserving to the seat.

It was a game, a sick, taunting game, and Orion had never played to lose. His body shook with a fury and a pain so deep it nearly split him open from the inside. His beast stirred, restless, snarling beneath his skin, craving release, but he held it back. Not yet, not until he had a name, location and throat to rip out; then there would be nowhere else in the realm for him to run. He rose to his feet slowly, his towering form casting a long shadow across the snow. "Burn it all," he said, voice hoarse with restrained wrath.

His arrows seemed to have an endless number even though I’ve only seen three left every time I looked at his back! What was that? In exasperation, I stunned him with my black aura, which I inherited from my mother. It was a weapon that only our family had. My opponent was frozen in the act of releasing his arrows, and I kicked him out of the ring. He bounced at the wall that divided the ring and the audience. He crashed, damaging the wall in the process. The two opponents left just stared at me, and I turned to them with my steely blue eyes. But I didn’t altogether turn into my Arcturian self. It was just another way of revitalizing myself after I used my black aura.

“Coming from you… that means more than you think.” A few feet away, Arcturus sat up slowly, his normally composed expression replaced by a rare, crooked smile. He was covered in scrapes and dirt, his usually immaculate robes torn at the sleeves. But when Livia’s eyes met his, he simply raised his hand — and gave her a slow, steady thumbs-up. She let out a small, breathless laugh, nodding back at him in silent acknowledgment.

"A war party has just breached the outer canyon path under a white flag of truce!" Eli’s eyes narrowed instantly. "Who is leading them?" "High Council Mediator Corvin himself, my Beta," the scout reported, wiping rain from his forehead. "He is guarded by twelve elite High Council enforcers... and flanked by Beta Brandon and twenty heavy shock troops from the Bloodmoon Pack!" A sudden, sharp gasp escaped Elder Vane's lips. "They dare march troops to our very gates?"