Argost Secret Saturdays Novels & Stories

The young master Argent tossed his duvet aside and stood up from bed, tired of sleeplessly tossing around. In the darkness of the room, his slippered feet walked across to his wet bar and he poured himself a glass of red wine. It was one of those nights the French had trouble sleeping. Arian stalked across the room to his magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows which overlooked the night scenery of Beverly Hills. The Argent's manor, a seven hundred million dollar worth of real estate, was located at the top of a hill, giving the occupants a wonderful view of part of the city.

I wake up Saturday morning to seventeen missed calls from Victor. Victor: “Charity auction tonight. 7 PM. Black tie. Adrian will pick you up at 6:30.” Right. The Metropolitan Arts Foundation benefit. I’d forgotten after last night’s disaster with Marcus. Adrian calls. “How are you?” “Tired. You?” “Same. About last night—” “We don’t have to talk about it right now.” “After the auction. Can I take you to dinner? Just us.”

I assured, waving my hands, wanting to keep the conversation from asking what she said. “Now we have a lead in reclaiming the Silverclaw pack.” I spoke up, hoping that would distract everyone. ‘You’ll have to tell me later what Bastet said to make you blush.’ Kurt taunted me in our link. “In the data Silvercloud sent. The handwritten notes from Alpha John Sr were the clues. There is an Argyris scepter. It is supposedly enchanted from way back when the pack was still in Greece.” I started to explain. “The Argyris scepter?” Uncle John’s brow furrowed.

Even though AP had called from a landline, the connection was grainy and distorted. “Who was that?” Ciara asked, storming into the kitchen as I kept my eyes locked on the SUV. “AP. He says there’s a delegation meeting happening tonight, and he can’t make it. Needs me to come back as soon as possible.” “Well, that’s just fan-freaking-tastic,” Ciara muttered as she rummaged through the refrigerator. “Turns out Argentum’s jet is parked at the Reno municipal airstrip, and Wes and Preacher took mine somewhere east. Looks like we’re screwed.”

The tornado and hailstorm makes it even more difficult for him to see everything that is going on out there. ******************** Princess Ava and Aramir do not waste any time. Aramir uses his earth magic to open any door he could because he is not certain where the other fire fairies were being held prisoner. True to his instinct, the dark fairy’s control is limited. Alirion could not possibly use his dark magic to all these fairies. The other fire fairies start to emerge from every nook and cranny. Finally, he spots Haco, the leader of the rangers. Haco starts to organize everyone.

He grabbed his keys from the hanger, stepping out the door without a care in the world. “You’re a pain in my arse.” She scowled in his direction to which he just laughed. “Deagan got us balcony tickets far away from theirs so we’ll just have to be careful when we’re entering and exiting the venue.” Aycin briefed them as they parked. “This is stupid.” Aria stated and they both just looked at her blankly, “please remind me why we’re hiding from them again?” Aycin cracked a smile when he saw hers, shaking his head, he led them into the crowd.

The Ties That Burn. The rain over London was relentless, like the sky itself could sense something dreadful stirring beneath the calm. Inside the deepest wing of Grant Tower’s sub-basement, rows of black servers blinked in rhythmic sequence, the pulse of a ghost no one could trace. Argos had been born. Aria stood at the central command module, her reflection flickering against the glass interface. Her eyes, once sharp with vengeance, were now wired with unrelenting focus.

“Well, by my side here is my beloved mate, who will be assisting me in addressing you today.” “Everyone.” I said to them, adjusting as I also changed my position. “Listen to us attentively.” “Eh!” They echoed, all of them, their voices sounding like the splashes of the ocean. “It all starts from the reason for travelling to Arleta…” Angus continued, whizzing at the strange being that appeared before him, standing right over the heads of the audience like a phantom. I could see the being too, but I didn't talk, neither did I act like I saw it. Angus frowned his face and moved closer. “I want all of you to know we are here for a celebration.”

The Moonstone Shrine stood above the pack lands, bathed in the soft light of autumn. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the sky stretched endlessly, promising change. This sacred place was where vows were made, prayers spoken, and the pack came together to heal and remember. Tonight, it would hold a new meaning for Aria. The message came at midday, carried by Rowan’s apprentice. “The council requests that you lead tonight’s healing rite,” she said, eyes wide with reverence. “They say it is time.”

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