Argus Pjo Novels & Stories

He approached Anji from behind, reaching out to graze the silk of Anji’s blazer. "It’s not a hoard," Arga murmured, his voice sounding raw and vulnerable in the confined space. "It’s my backup. In case the Architect ever decides that we’re finished. Every one of these is a profile of someone I’ve spent years deconstructing. Their weaknesses, their hormone profiles, the triggers that make them tick." Anji turned around, facing him. He pinned Arga against the shelving unit with one hand, his fingers slipping into the collar of Arga’s ruined shirt. "You didn't trust me enough to bring me down here sooner?"

She would tell him in her own time when she was ready. Instead of brushing her teeth with her brother as she usually did, she laid in the dark and stared off in the distance. She was back in the forest in that same spot, in that moment in time when the lightning flashed and she seen what she had seen. Or what she thought that she had seen. As she closed her eyes she could see the pain in the creature's face. Neither human nor animal, the creature had stood there in the Forest in that moment as the lightning flashed and locked his eyes with Emily's. Emily shuddered. His eyes were almost human. A beautiful color of blue decorated with what could have only been the the pain of death. She rememb

I quip irritably as I fold my arms beneath my breasts. They're looking at me curiously, then begin to sniff the air. "Rogue," the man still wearing his shirt growls, lowering into a defensive stance. "No! Wait," the girl says, placing an arm in front of who I assume to be the leader. "Smell her again," she glances at his face as he scents the air once more. "She doesn't smell like a dirty rogue." "But she doesn't smell like she has a pack," he growls, taking a step forward. “And she's crossed over into our territory uninvited.”

"The Swahili audio files! The white surrender flags! The map layouts! The news is reporting real-world destruction in the exact same places we are conducting digital raids! They aren't Scourge, Ren. I think Aegis is using us to—" "It's an ARG," Ren interrupted sharply. His voice cut through the kitchen like a crack of thunder. Kara and Leo both froze, looking at him. Ren walked over to the island, placing his hands flat on the cold marble, leaning in to project absolute, unwavering authority. His own mind was spiraling in doubt, sickened by the horrifying coincidences, but he could not let that doubt infect the team. If they stopped playing, they lost everything.