Ark The 100 Novels & Stories

AVA’s POV The night of Hunter’s challenge finally came. Me, Jared, Brock, and Syria all came along to be by his side. As we all entered the arena, everyone was screaming and cheering for Hunter’s name. It was fifty-fifty actually. But most are women, making my wolf growl lowly knowing how many women wanted our mate. I mean look at him. His toned muscles are visible as he is wearing nothing but boxers and shorts. Compared to his father who was wearing a massive armor in his body, Hunter is indeed a god.

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.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

A nods and 2010 comes closer to him and he unlocks his collar. “1005?” he asks. I nod and do the same and he unlocks mine too, “Hurry up. We are close to where we saw him on the cameras.” I nod and walk into trees behind 2010. I relieve myself and walk back to the SUV. A stands there waiting and hands us each a bag of beef jerky, “Get back in and eat up. We are going to need your tracking skills.”

It was a massive, sprawling cityscape of dark metal and violet lights—a fleet of starships so large they blotted out a synthetic sun. "Impressive, Subject 001," a new voice echoed from the hologram. It was ancient, tired, and infinitely arrogant. The voice of the Prime Architect. "You have broken your chains. You have found a Navigator. But you cannot fight the tide. The Ark-Devourer fleet has entered your solar system. You have forty-eight hours until planetary harvest. Enjoy your final sunset." The hologram fizzled and died. Caleb and Scarlett looked up at the sky. The stars were still there, but now, they knew what was hiding between them.

Bima touched his own throat, feeling his pulse still racing wildly beneath his fingertips. "Do you see that, Bim? Beautiful, isn't it?" The deep, raspy voice emerged from the darkness behind him. Arka stepped into the mirror's frame. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only black basketball shorts hanging low on his sturdy hips. Arka stood directly behind Bima, creating a lethal, visual contrast. Arka’s broad, athletic shoulders seemed to completely swallow Bima’s slimmer frame. Arka’s veiny skin looked remarkably dominant as he placed both of his large, calloused hands firmly on Bima’s waist.

She said, "Step inside and you'll see the legendary Immortal Ark." "Have you been inside before?" Adrian asked. "You'll be the eighth person to visit the Immortal Ark.” Adrian extended his hand, and Lexie stepped closer to him and took his hand. They entered the small world together. Upon entering the small world, Adrian felt a surge of excitement. However, it did not take long for him to feel disappointed. Although he had seen the core's vibrant world through the power of the Draco Veinergy, the current scene was a bleak, gray expanse.

Her posture is calm and composed, not scared…at all. “You're Aris for tonight.” She nods. There's extreme hunger in her eyes. I have never noticed it before but she does meet the traits of a hunter. The underground battle starts with Denrak sending two wolves straight to death. It took him less than three minutes. One by one, the participants died in his hands. It was nothing new. The host stands inside the ring, fixing the mic against his mouth. “Next up is…Aris.” He groans. “Best of luck, Miss. Hunter.” I whisper.

Xander chimes in, clapping his hands three times. I giggle and leave the packhouse, making my way to Mama Lil and Papa Garren's cottage. - An hour later we are all ready to go. They guys are all dressed casually. Arkham looks so handsome in a pair of white shorts and a black summer button-up shirt, his tattoos are on shown. He has smart sports shoes on. He's also wearing two silver necklaces, and his hair is styled perfectly messy and sexy. What the hell is wrong with me!?!?

I don’t allow myself to move until I can see the guiding light, her belly full in the sky, her smaller children dotting the sky and I finally release the tension, leaning into the tree, my knees creaking along with it. I fold the light-saver and run out the forest, the trees sparse, and now I’m marching through an open field. The snow is up to my knees, and I struggle harder because I’m in plain sight, another kidnapper could get to me. One does. I see one easily, a knight in black and red marching through the field with ease, sword slung over his back, his red eyes pulsing and locked onto me. This is it. I can’t run in time, I’m not fast enough. The knight grabs me, ready for the kill, and