Ark Light Novels & Stories

Ryker fired his gun and I saw it hit the wolf. Well, it should have since it did hit directly between its eyes. From this angle, I noticed something I hadn’t before. The darts tranquilizers I shot hadn’t touched him, just as Ryker’s bullet hadn’t. It was barely noticeable, but I saw a blue light shimmer when the bullet hit. If it weren’t for Ryker saying that others believed his brother was part witch, I wouldn’t have put two and two together. It wasn’t that I couldn’t wound him, it is because he shielded himself.

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.

Aislinn’s voice grew louder as she poured all her energy into breaking the ward, but the artifact fought back, sending shockwaves of dark energy through the room. "We need to hold it off!" Harley shouted, his voice barely audible over the noise. "Keep Aislinn safe until she’s done!" The pack members formed a protective circle around Aislinn, their eyes glowing with determination. Marinetta drew her sword, feeling the familiar surge of power as she prepared to defend her friends. As the light from the artifact grew brighter, dark figures began to emerge from the shadows—wraiths, twisted and malevolent, drawn to the artifact’s power. They surged forward, their ghostly forms reaching out with c

Lila spat, though her voice felt small, fragile. “Am I not?” Arika cooed. “Tell me then, how does it feel to fail them again? To play hero and end up in a coma, while I dance through your memories like strings on a harp?” Lila turned in every direction, trying to find her. “Show yourself!” The darkness split. Arika stepped forward. Her body shimmered unnaturally, wrapped in deep violet armor. Her face glowed with unnatural beauty—uncanny and wrong—like someone had painted perfection over a corpse. Her eyes gleamed a molten red, and her lips twisted into a delighted sneer.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

But Amaris stood abruptly, her gaze darting around the cabin as if searching for the source of the voice, her face pale and terrified. "Amaris?" Alaric called, stepping closer, his worry intensifying. She barely heard him, her focus torn between the creeping dread in her heart and the impossibility of that voice. She took another step back, shaking her head, trying to escape the whispers haunting her. And then, suddenly, a blinding light burst forth from where she stood, bathing the cabin in an unnatural golden glow. Alaric staggered back, shielding his eyes as a powerful wind whipped through the room, pushing him away and sending furniture clattering. He could barely see through the brightn

Not a weapon. "Your light isn't meant to destroy," Aldara continues. Her voice is low. Soothing. "It's life force. Pure, concentrated life energy. That's why you can heal. That's why you can disable the serum wolves. You're overloading them with real life in bodies built on artificial commands." The understanding clicks into place. "They can't process it. The serum makes them hollow. The light fills the emptiness and short-circuits the programming." "Exactly. But you're using the light wrong. Treating it like a battery. Using it until it's empty and then waiting to recharge."

Fear gripped my heart, but then I heard Aura’s voice in my mind, clear and resolute, **“Use your light.” I focused on the warmth that emanated deep within my core, letting it build and spread until it engulfed me. The dark rogues hesitated, sensing the change, but it was too late for them. I released the light in a blinding, radiant wave. The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.