Ark Light Novels & Stories

If it came to be known that I have special powers, I’d be in grave danger of being taken away from my dad and locked up in a place I wouldn’t be able to escape from. So I logged off the chatting zone since Mya was now offline. Brendan was probably in the kitchen at his house by this time because he loved doing the women’s job. So I went on to playing a game on my phone although my mind wasn’t really into it. All that I could picture in my mind was Ashton Turner. His face was almost as if it was glued on my mind because I couldn’t keep from seeing it. What is it with him? I asked myself this question severally that night. I didn’t have the answer to it though. So in the end, I decided to reti

Almost like he burned from the inside out before melting. Red stares at me wide eyed. "You're an Alp. A Mara." He says incredulously moving away from me. "You killed my brother." He leaves in supernatural speed and I was left there. Standing half naked and staring at the damaged I caused without meaning to. I could help but cry knowing I had killed another person. Xavier. Xavier! I cry out in my mind. Black smoke surrounds me as he forms himself. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He barks. I immediately go to him wrapping my arms around him.

' Adonia heart skipped a beat. He'd found her. Sheepcraft12 from her fake wonder account. Not with the way her heart was racing quite fast and different lines of ‘what ifs’ attacked her head. What if Sheepcraft was a serial killer and he lured her to kill her? What if he started harassing her and he stopped being friends with her? She blinked back in anger as she tried to forget whatever her mind was coming up with. Maxine was shocked to why Adonia stood staring at the flowers as if it was from mars.

POV EMMA BELLE The Great Ark—the floating, obsidian-and-quartz remains of the Sun-Spire—was undergoing a frantic, mechanical evolution. Shifters and humans swarmed over the hull, reinforcing the kinetic seals with layers of heat-resistant "Solar-Glass" harvested from the remnants of Solis’s guard.

but ancient. Suddenly, from the remaining light, a large black wolf appeared, its body towering and its fur shimmering with an obsidian glow. The creature darted through the air, then entered Alpha Aric's body without a sound. Instantly, Aric's eyes blazed brightly—an orange hue so fiery it resembled embers in the dark of night.

Kira pointed out the brickwork of the roads, which was made from concrete and asphalt. "There's nothing like this at home. Are those lights?" Ricky pointed to an arched pole with a glass ball in it. "How does it work?" "There are some angels who are born with the power over light. They can make lightning, little balls of light, anything with light. They had an idea to make a device that harnesses a crystal of light when the sun goes down, and thus, lights." Nyxie looked to Kira. "We should talk to the elders about that. It'd definitely help."

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

A faint spark lit her eyes. Not bad. That kid had potential. "Ark One," Arnold called from the doorway, "we should go."

He stood there for a long time, his hand gripping the frame, his eyes wide. "Look," Arthur whispered, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. Lucien moved to his side, shielding Kael with his arm. Below them, in the dark, industrial sludge of the Out-Sectors, lights were turning on. Not the harsh, sterile red of the Directorate, but the warm, flickering yellow of fires. "They're not dead," Arthur whispered, a grin spreading across his battered face. "They're moving. They’re coming out of the shadows." Lucien looked down at Kael, then out toward the horizon where the sun was finally cresting the peaks, painting the world in colors no Directorate filter had ever allowed them to see.

He had used up a lot of alar from the Frozen Slash earlier, also using ice materialization many times before that. “Thanks, Alice,” Arth whispered as he took a tight grip on the glowing spear. It was densely created from the strongest ice Arth could possibly make, with white mist surrounding its long figure. Inside the frozen weapon was glowing with blue light; the alar which Arth had poured all into. Without wasting a second, Arth made his stance, getting ready to throw the spear. He lifted the weapon on his ear level, aligning his sight with the sharp point. With one foot stepping forward, he faced his body sideward.