Arknight Annihilation Novels & Stories

The thick smoke engulfed me, and my breathing became labored. The inhaler in my hand was nearly empty. I took one last deep breath and closed my eyes in despair. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I should not have started this ill-fated relationship.

I was blind, deaf, and utterly alone in the dark. A final, system-wide alert blared from a dying speaker, a distorted, digital death rattle. >CATASTROPHIC CASCADE FAILURE. TOTAL SYSTEMS COLLAPSE IN T-MINUS 60 SECONDS. ANNIHILATION PROTOCOL ENGAGED. Annihilation protocol. Of course. Eleanor’s final gift. A dead man’s switch. If the core went down, it would take the city—and any evidence—with it. I had to get out. I had to try.

The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience. Patricia stood at her right, holding a mirror shard in one hand and a pinch of crimson ash in the other. She tilted her head as though listening to a frequency no one else could perceive. Her chant was low, melodic, almost casual, but the words carried weight that twisted the air: “Mirror to blood, bone to flame… Let the hidden path reclaim. We speak not of name, nor face— But will, unbroken, bound to fate.” She let the ash fall. It hissed and writhed like a living thing, burning on the stone, curling up into the mist above their heads. Shadows stretched unnatur

Instead, I channeled my overwhelming, pure Elemental Light through the artifact. My light acted as a catalyst, forcing the Shadow energy within the Crystal to burn itself out in a contained, controlled burst. The Crystal didn't explode,it imploded. The intense blue veins faded to gray, the whining stopped, and the artifact shrunk, crumbling to a handful of inert, dusty ash. The danger was neutralized. I looked down from the high window as the dust settled. Zeva was emerging from the shadows, having detained Roric’s confused guards. But the final targets remained, the rogue wolf tactician Roric and the financier Veria.

All twelve nodes were neutralized. Click. A crisp crack echoed through the chamber. The raging dark purple light froze abruptly. Like a strangled creature, all the rampant energy retreated back into the array plate. Crack! The seemingly indestructible black stone array plate let out a mournful groan and split into two halves from the center. Rhoderick’s will projection let out a roar of rage and despair. It twisted in the air for a moment before dissipating completely. The Annihilation Array was destroyed. The hundred thousand lives in Blackrock City were saved.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

The countdown in the sky was not a light; it was an "Absence." Every time a second ticked away, a small patch of the stars above Neo-Tokyo simply vanished, replaced by a flat, matte black that felt like a physical weight on the chest of every living Alpha. 00:59:42. The "Hard-Reset" had begun, and the Architects were no longer interested in a "Clean Render." They were burning the canvas to kill the painting.

Then the strings compressed and formed into one dark sphere. Arth gripped his Blackwinter tighter, preparing for a hard blow. He had to separate the demon from Lucas’ body first, before he could put an end to Dethnar. “Death Nova,” Dethnar cast, then the black sphere released a dark beam, blasting straight towards Arth. To counter, Arth cast Glacies Materia, materializing an ice shield upfront. It then deflected the beam, splitting it into tiny dark rays hitting everywhere. Arth cursed under his breath as he sensed Dethnar, who just came right behind him at one blink, while still blocking the beam with his shield. He was unable to react in time. A powerful kick blew Arth away, crashing him a

[The Mirror War] The Shadow-Root was no longer a sanctuary; it was a hall of distorted mirrors. The hum of the servers had risen to a deafening, metallic shriek as the purge reached its final cycle. In the strobing red of the emergency lights, the twelve basalt slabs in the sub-level didn't just open—they exhaled. From the frost-coated chambers stepped a dozen iterations of Dante Moretti.

Scarlet's lifeblood spilled onto the stone floor, crimson liquid cascading over the mystical orb. As Scarlet's blood mingled with the orb, the chamber quaked with a violent tremor. The very fabric of the room seemed to pulsate with an ominous energy. Annik watched in horror as his beloved Luna's life force drained away, his heart breaking with each passing second. Suddenly, the darkness consumed Annik, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes turned black as the abyss, a transformation overtaking him. He emerged from the shroud of darkness, a monstrous black wolf, his aura radiating power and madness.