Ark Dossier Book Novels & Stories

Silence. She barely made it to the underground war room before collapsing into a chair. Roman set down a metal case between them. He opened it with a fingerprint scan and retinal lock. Inside were old files. Not digital. Not traceable. Paper dossiers from a time before the cloud, before the fall of Lucien’s empire. Most were yellowing, covered in red stamps and scribbled marginalia in three different languages. Roman handed her one. VALESKA DORMER. Codename: Raven Queen.

This dossier is identical to the one I had on Silas. I look over at him in astonishment, “How did you get this?” “A man by the name of Raul I. Miarganda hired me the other month to kill you. Told me about how you conned him out of his life savings, and he wanted revenge. He paid me in cash upfront and gave me the dossier. It mentioned I could find you at a café in Moscow that you like to visit,” he says, finally pulling the knife from the chair and freeing himself. He gets to his feet and walks closer to me. “I didn’t know you were an assassin," he says, laying the knife on the table in front of me.

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

PLEASE! Dakor is a gerontophilic sociopath of the Romanov family. This scene ties to the main plot and world. You'll know him more as you explore deeper into the book. Don't drop nasty comments. Also, I'm not perfect in third-person POV. You might see head-hopping or imperfections. I'm a human with flaws and a learner too. If you're okay, then proceed. Thank you. DESECRATION. (THIRD PERSON’S POV)

It was unlocked. I slipped inside, closing it softly behind me. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight streaming through a large window. It smelled of him—sandalwood and frost. And power. My eyes swept the room, searching for a filing cabinet, a desk. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely function. And then I saw it. Sitting on the large, polished mahogany desk, as if waiting for me. An old, blue leather-bound dossier. My breath caught. It was real. It was here.

The intense heat radiating from his massive chest hits me like an open furnace, smelling of fresh mountain snow, crushed iron, and dangerous, unyielding power. I don't bow. I don't drop my gaze. I stare straight up into those burning, molten-gold eyes. Celt reaches inside his dark wool coat. He pulls out a heavy, dark red leather dossier sealed with a solid gold wax crest—the double-wolf emblem of the Hawkridge Supreme Line. He extends his broad, scarred hand, holding the dossier out to me. My fingers slide against his leather glove as I take the file. The contact sends a sudden, sharp jolt of raw heat surging up my arm, making my heart give a hard, violent thud against my ribs.

"Is she alive?" "She is wounded, but Bren's medicines and her wolf will heal the slash," I answered, reaching into my coat and placing the leather-bound book flat on the table between us. "She brought the ledger." Dorian looked down at the book. He opened the brass latch, flipping to the flagged pages. As his eyes took in the requisition orders and Mara's personal wax seal, a slow, grim satisfaction settled over his features.

Shelves rose floor to ceiling, packed with volumes in various states of age and repair, and at the center of the room, a long table already cleared, a single thick, leather-bound book resting on it like it had been waiting for exactly this moment. "Ronan pulled what he could find," Kael said, moving toward the table. "This is the same volume he showed me before the council, the one with the Duskborn history. There may be more scattered through the rest of the archive, but this is the clearest starting point." I approached the table slowly, hand hovering over the worn leather cover before finally, carefully, opening it. The first page held a single line, faded but legible, written in careful,

*”12-04-98. Evie spun the dial. The heavy iron door swung open, revealing a single, thick book bound in black vellum. There were no digital drives here, no cloud backups. This was the Ghost’s Ledger—the physical record of every transaction, every bribe, and every betrayal in the history of the Voss family. She carried the book to the light of the window, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she flipped through the pages, the sheer scale of the corruption took her breath away. But as she reached the most recent entries, her blood turned to ice.

Aurora Brooks I was inside Alexander’s room. My eyes widened at the darkness filling it. Its style wasn’t like the other cheerful rooms. It looked like the room of a dangerous criminal who knew nothing about mercy. Black and gray colors, a bed covered in dark sheets. The moment I took my first step inside, his deep voice slipped into my ears and rooted me in place. He sounded so close I thought he had spoken from inside them. “Didn’t they teach you the manners of knocking on doors and waiting for permission?”