Arknight Annihilation Novels & Stories

Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We arrive at my future home at midnight, covered in ice, sweat, mud, and bruises. The guards at the gate do not recognize me from the pictures I have sent and don’t let me inside until I show my seal, the same seal every noble holds with them to stop imposters. It is the guiding light that appears every night but hides once a month, carved out of wood, with the crest of our own house on the back of it. An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall ov

Thick plumes of azure smoke billow upward, mixing with the pale light of the blood moon to cast a surreal, ghostly glow over the sprawling compound. This is not a mere breach or an accidental alchemical malfunction; it is a calculated, catastrophic strike designed to bring our entire command center down in a single, devastating blow while we are still trapped within its walls. I hold onto the stone parapet, looking down through the rising smoke to see Daryl’s midnight wolf fighting off a horde of cloaked mercenaries who have infiltrated the inner sanctum.

For all the lives Finch had played with. Leah was relentless. Fast. Deadly. She weaved through the storm of bodies and gunfire, disarming soldiers and dropping them without pause. Ghost, positioned high within the Nexus, picked off targets with sniper precision. Through the madness, Finch began to retreat, moving toward the main console. Despite the chaos around him, he moved with purpose. “You’re too late!” he shouted over the noise. His fingers flew across the interface. “The merge has begun! The Architect will awaken with the Echo at its heart. And your little rebellion will mean nothing!”

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

I guess seeing Lucas shot and bloody is catching up with me after all. “Two days.” “The body looks farther gone than two days, didn’t it?” I ask Lucas. “Yes, it was deteriorated enough to have been dead for a week.” “I saw Arnie the morning he went missing,” the gunman tells Easton. “What the hell did they do to him?” “We did nothing,” Lucas presses, sounding annoyed with the hunter. “Your friend was possessed by a demon. That can speed up the rate of decay. Human bodies can’t handle demonic possession for long.”

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the obsidian runes flaring, the ground within the chasm trembling, Veilshatter Echoes rising from the frosted shale, their forms coalescing into shadowy, decayed figures, their eyes glowing obsidian, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the plateau’s wind howling louder, the chasm’s walls pulsing faster, the Veilshatter Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Shattered Veil a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching its climax, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of decay a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a beacon in the darkness