روايات وقصص ضمن Arknight Annihilation

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!!!

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.

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.

“If those cracks reach his heart… I will never forgive you. Not for the river. Not for the five years. Nothing.” He turned his sightless face. His Adam’s apple moved in a jagged, pained swallow. “I know,” he whispered. “But I will lock the fire down. I'll be the anchor until there’s nothing left but the ash he walks on. I promise, Aria.” AWOOOO— A howl tore the night. Distorted. High-pitched. Necrotic Elite hunger. “White Wolf!” Boomed the estate speakers. A Council hack override. “Surrender the anomaly! The harvest has begun!”

Another’s annihilation. The thought follows me like a shadow. Which a "Shatterpoint"

As she pressed her obsidian ring against the page, the Vance and Vane bloodlines finally merged into a single, unbreakable sovereign authority. "The Archive is insolvent, the Thorne board is liquidated, and the debt is paid in full!" Verina’s voice was a solid, terrifyingly calm resonance that echoed through the library’s foundations, her words acting as a master-override that sent a massive, concussive wave of golden energy through the building. The girl from the tank shrieked one final time before her obsidian frame dissolved into a cloud of harmless, violet vapor, and the Archive’s radiant white eyes finally flickered out, leaving the chamber in a peaceful, absolute darkness.

Forensic teams had moved in to gather evidence and process everything while soldiers flushed out any fugitives trying to run like rats abandoning a sinking ship. Lucas was relieved to have Nathaniel off his hands. Never had he met anyone he hated more than that vile and pathetic excuse for a werewolf. It had been a long night but it was far from over and Lucas had no doubt in his mind that it would be a few more long hours before he could even try and sleep.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.