Arknight Annihilation Novels & Stories

Complete annihilation, as if he'd never been born. For a man who'd built his identity on legacy, it was the ultimate price. "Acceptable," Charon whispered, and slammed the weapon into the Harbinger's hide. Light exploded. Not golden, like Jack's Alpha power. Not silver, like Olivia's psychic energy. This was something older—the light that existed before darkness had a name. The Harbinger screamed. An impossible sound, ripping across dimensional barriers, hundred miles in every direction. And in its obsidian shell, for exactly 3.7 seconds, a crack appeared.

The green light turned to black, and the Founders vanished back into the mist, their waxen forms shattering like cheap porcelain. When the mist cleared, the Glass Court was gone. Panni and Jinyan lay on a slab of marble suspended over the cold, dark water of Lake Geneva. Grace sat between them, her eyes back to a soft, human sapphire. The red shard was gone, replaced by a faint, rose-colored scar in the center of her palm. Annie crawled out from behind a fallen pillar, her tablet dead. "It’s over. The Arks... they’ve returned to the sediment. The signal is dead."

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.

His defenses began to falter, and still, I showed no mercy, refusing to halt the relentless tide of dark, reanimated bodies that threatened to engulf him. In a sudden, desperate bid to turn the tide, Raphael flung his arms wide, palms downward, unleashing a cataclysmic blast of energy that shook the very foundations of the arena. The shockwave ripped through my undead legion, annihilating them utterly, and sending the shattered remnants of the damned hurtling through the air, scattering them across the desolate expanse of the arena and back to the hell from which they were summoned.

impact, the cold weight of the machine, and the scream of a species that refused to be silenced. The Mirror-Earth couldn't handle the "High-Entropy" data of a failing soul. The gray sky began to crack. The liquid mercury in the Well erupted into a fountain of black ink. The "Perfect" versions of their loved ones began to twist, their faces stretching into terrifying, geometric masks of static. "The Anchor-Node is the Well!" Sarah shouted over the comms from the Howl. "If you can destabilize the mercury pool, the gravity lock will shatter!"

I shouted. Meanwhile at Inkopolis the Arcana Legion saw the sky darkened “this is bad” said Solision, Karuji came in and saw the Arcana Legion looking at the sky “Arcana Legion what’s wrong?” Karuji asked “the sky just darkened, what's going on?” Sacerdia asked, “I don’t know” Lunaria answered. Asinon was looking at one of the cameras and he was shocked “guys you might want to see this” he said with a shocked and worried tone the legion members and Karuji saw me, with Disabled Six & Phageomora going against Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlight Glimmer “he doing a shadow duel against the Earthbound Immortals and the King of the Netherworld and even worse the Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlig

To stop and was able to kill that filth easily, but it is for his Mate , for his lover, for his life and soul, for his age and heart, it is for Ardena! It's their end yes! He looked weak and confused, and he never left her from his bosom, that wolf who grabbed Mike by the neck and squeezed him under his hands to raise the gasps of the herd of Annevirus.. his previous herd.. Zayn , despite his weakness, could easily smell the smell of fear from them, and the smell of anger from this wolf.. her devil as she calls him He ran at top speed and with one movement he killed many of them as he snarled with his sharp teeth in front of them

Lilith said with disgust. “What you refer to as a pack was a group of wolves created without my approval. As such, I would have issued an order for execution when I discovered it. Therefore, the alpha's death is irrelevant," Lycaon interrupted reasonably to say. "And the original execution is a moot point, now, anyway." “It is not,” Lilith snapped. Lycaon gave a challenging growl. “She's no longer a danger. She was repaired. The order can now be removed,” he said, his voice low and challenging.

The violet-gold light was bleeding out of him, being absorbed by the vials in the walls. "Sara..." he gasped, his eyes finally, truly brown again. "I... I remember... I remember everything." But the Heir wasn't defeated. The holographic projection on the walls flared into a brilliant, angry red. "If the flesh cannot be collateralized, then the flesh must be purged!" the Heir’s voice screamed. "Total Liquidation initiated. The mountain will be the tomb of the Mercy Vault." The ceiling of the ice cathedral began to groan. Massive shards of frost began to fall, the very mountain itself preparing to collapse under the "Delete" order.

I let my awareness touch the cold volcanic glass, and instead of pushing against its psychic dead zone, I flooded the relic with the pure, concentrated resonance of the Nightshade lineage. The black glass turned blinding white. The anchor-bearer screamed as the relic in his hands superheated, the iron staff melting into liquid slag. Shatter, my mind commanded. The central anchor detonated in a concussive shockwave of silver light, sending shards of volcanic glass tearing through the front ranks of the Silvermark guard and obliterating the static field entirely. The battlefield fell into sudden, ringing clarity. Through the clearing smoke and steam, I saw my father.