Argos Miraculous Novels & Stories

“Why bury it?” “Because Argus never worked,” Echo’s voice cut in low, pained. “It failed.” On a side wall, a new feed blinked to life. Ghosted logs, encrypted status reports. Error chains and shutdown signatures dated back seventeen years. “He tried to run Argus against a proto-AI seeded from early Origin code,” Echo continued. “It backfired. The intelligence adapted faster than expected. The system collapsed. But Leon didn’t destroy Argus; he froze it.”

He looks at me murdereously, making me smirk, I didn't even know that anything of that sort was happening. "Well, you can call the all night service, they'll bring gas as long as you have money." The amarya comes out of her room, scratch that; mine and Abdul's former room. I click a glance in her direction, just saying the salam. She gives me a look that immediately makes me wish I had kept quiet and walked away at the same time. "Ab darling, is this her? The Uwargida?" She wrinkles her little nose and walks to Abdul's side, putting an arm around him and I watch Abdul do the same.

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

As if on command the Gorilla with four arms sprunged to where Naraja was and then. Naraja knew he would end up regretting his decision to head on the right side to get a jump on the enemy. He knew he would. He should’ve gone for the left side. He should have. The next thing Naraja saw was two massive fists coming straight for him that ended up colliding with two to three of the pillars on his left-side in the process. He couldn’t see the attack coming, but for some reason Naraja was able to not get caught in the attack by the nick of time. He jumped out of the smoke and rumble that the four-armed Gorilla had created and brought his left leg up to make contact with the Gorillas’ face…, but a

Numbness settled over me, it was all I could do to breathe, to stay awake. The bastard flipped my skirts up, and started unbuttoning his pants. I had to stop this, I had to move to do something. Moving my fingers through over the forest floor I felt around in the dirt for anything to save myself with. I only found a small stick, no longer than a dinner fork but sharp enough to cut my fingers on. Hope bloomed in my chest, I could stop him, I would stop him. "Don't worry Scarlet it will only hurt a little bit. And when you die, I promise that I'll make it, quick and painless." he swore coldly in my ear, his voice gleeful at the fact that he had complete power over me.

She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I stood there not knowing what to reply, no excuse would be enough. I could never win against her. Maybe the heavens had heard my prayer and sent an angel to come rescue me. “Stop berating the child, Anna” The voice came, I snapped my head to see who the angel was and it was my grandpa. I rushed towards him and gave him a big hug. Maybe it was the weight of everything that had happened the past few days, but I couldn't take it anymore I broke down in tears, clinging to my safe space.

Argo added as he saw Kira grimace when she swallowed the daily dose. “Is there anything else?” Kira asked, ignoring his question. “Staying happy is the key, you know, my lady,” Argo smiled politely. Kira, who felt nowhere remotely happy, smiled back at him. “If you need any help or assistance, I am here, all you need to do is howl, like literally,” Aron grinned, picked up the empty potions bottles and left with a bow.

“It’s not just a breach. It’s a probe. Daniel’s testing Argos.” Philip stepped forward. “If Argos fails…” “He won’t,” Aria snapped. “Run the counter-stream.” The monitors flared to life. Argos, coded to think like Daniel, was now in a real-time battle with his former master. The AI pulsed code across the mainframe, simulated personalities, counter-malware, shifting encryption webs. Each second felt like a heartbeat at war. “Argos is holding,” Isabelle muttered. “But barely.” Suddenly, the feed blinked. One word flooded the screen.

I confessed as I softly began to sob. Argo crouched down before me, “I think you’ve come to the right place. If there’s one thing that’s great for solving any issue, it’s beating up people. And fucking, we got many people to beat up.” “Huh?” I asked, not sure what he meant. Mila rolled her eyes, “Argo means there is a nearby pack causing some issues and threatening war. Nothing we can’t handle, but your help is always welcome.” “I do like beating people up…” I said as I wiped my tears away.

She just couldn’t think of any better excuse after he called her dramatic. She moved the mouse to log out of her account, grabbed her things, and stood up. But before she could walk away, the guy grabbed her arm. “My armpits don’t stink!”