Arcturus Books Novels & Stories

He must be so ashamed of me, just like the rest of my pack was. Atlas sits next to me on the bed, tilting my head up with his hand. “She was out of order. Addison is as old as I am, hundreds of years, and she is just as helpless as any newbie in the beginning. You, Nyx Arcturus, have eyes that tell your truth. You’re gold, hidden away, but one day you’re going to shine. I fucking know it.” Tears fall down my cheeks, and he smooths them away, not saying a word more. He doesn’t need to.

Arthur grimaced at him, bridging his arms over his chest. Jett's eyes instantly smeared at the denigrative title, he could never get used to it. "I can do my work just fine, Alpha Arthur!" He gnashed. What was this vulgarian doing here? Anthony waddled towards Jett with a pile of books. "I found this in the pack archive, we might need to recheck our analyses to be sure," He dumped the heavy books on Jett's thighs. "I thought we already did all of that!" Jett nearly grunted but swallowed back the sound from the gaze that plugged through his forehead from Arthur. It wasn't because he was intimidated by the bulky man, he might punch the next person that would call him a beta.

“What is it?” He makes a very male noise–a grunt–before replying, “I have no idea. A spirit, probably. Or the shelves are starting to collapse under the weight of all these books. Arthur should do something about it.” “The ghost or the ancient wooden shelves?” A crash rattles the nearby shelves, and Aris tugs me against his chest. I gasp, whirling as if in slow motion, tucked in the folds of his cloak. The books in his arms fall to the ground. I feel his muscles jerk and flex as he raises his hands, his bracelets shining, and the space around us suddenly glows with silver. He vibrates with power I can feel in my bones. I wrap my arms around his waist and steal a glance over my shoulder, biti

“Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams according to your vision and purpose instead of the expectations and opinions of other” – Roy. T. Bennett Aurora spent most of her time in her father’s library, reading, studying and learning new stuffs about the universe, the guardian, the royal line and the founding fathers’. These books and script could only be found in two places ; the king’s personal library and the her father’s personal library, which is strictly out of bound and only open to the chosen beings, having the ability to teleport herself, aurora was able to gain access into them as no one dares enter the libraries to avoid the death penalty. In the course of her research, au

Her life seemed to be running at light speed and she felt like she was trying to catch up all the time. “But I don’t know much about werewolves…” She protested. “Elder Stuart informed me that you have already nearly read all the books in your library regarding werewolves. I have sent for the histories from my own collection. They should be here after the tournament.” Arcus answered. It was probably the most words he’d spoken in her presence and she glanced at him, to see a gentle look in his eyes, as if he considered her a favorite niece.

“Hmm…is there anything else?” Either side of the alcove was lined with books, some newer, but most were leather-bound and darkened yellow with age. As she cracked open spine after spine, it became clear that this was her lead. Every single one of the books was covered in strange symbols and arcane-looking diagrams that she couldn’t make heads or tails of. But, thanks to Xavier, she had an idea of its origin. “Eclipse isn’t the only thing Noah’s been studying,” Ava said. “I can’t read any of it, but I’m pretty sure that all of these books are from Axis.”

Adrian scoffs and I silently commend Atlas for ruffling his feathers. “Anyways, I’m Atlas, alpha of the Black Mist. You must be Araya.” He extends his hand to her, and she takes it smiling. I watch their interaction and realize I’m feeling a bit of jealousy. Why am I so possessive of this wolf? It is beyond me. I will never become one of these lovesick puppies like those around me…

After returning from the beach yesterday, Addy relaxed on his small mattress while listening to a horror podcast. Because the next day he was off work, he stayed up late. However, he suddenly remembered the book given by Beatrix a long time ago. Addy immediately got up and took the book from his desk drawer. He again sat on the mattress with his hand opening the first sheet of the purple-eyed werewolf history book. “Archelius the bearer of good and bad in both hands.” Addy wrinkled his forehead and continued to read the book until it arrived at the middle of the book, where he thought the story of the Archelius family was so tragic.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

The alliance with Arktos was a gamble that made Aris’s skin crawl. As a scientist, she didn't trust anything she couldn't quantify, and a "sympathetic machine" was a paradox her equipment couldn't interpret. She spent hours scanning the mercury being, her scanners throwing back strings of error codes as they struggled to process a digital consciousness that had been literally rewritten by volcanic heat and terrestrial magic. It was like trying to read a textbook that was constantly melting and reforming.