Arknight Annihilation Novels & Stories

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!”

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.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

The Harbinger, realizing its imminent defeat, snarled, "You may thwart me today, but the void's embrace is infinite. I will return." Niamh, her eyes ablaze with determination, warned, "This is our realm, and we'll defend it against the shadows, no matter how many times they return." With a final surge of collective power, the guardians shattered the Harbinger's defenses. Light engulfed the entity, forcing it into a retreat, its malevolent echoes fading into the void. As the echoes settled, the guardians stood amidst the aftermath of their victory. The merged reality, once threatened by darkness, now pulsed with renewed vitality.

Kael’s grip clamped onto my other side a heartbeat later, fingers digging into my sleeve like he was afraid I might evaporate if he let go. “Do not let go,” Kaden growled. “I am not,” Kael snapped back. I laughed once, hysterical and broken. “This is really not the time.” The Arbiter roared again, its stone body tearing apart as the pull dragged it toward the widening chasm. Massive chunks broke free, smashing into the walls, shattering pillars that had stood for centuries. Symbols flickered wildly across its surface, glitching, reforming, collapsing again. “Anchor instability confirmed,” it thundered. “Core rejection escalating.”

Only an hour had passed by, but my feet were killing me and I was tired of putting on a fake smile. I was now standing in a small circle surrounded by three other couples. They were the future Alphas of their own pack, but they seemed to be only slightly older than Nathan. Ben and Krista were the next for the Blackmoor Shade Pack, John and Angela next in line for the South Shade Pack, and Daemon and Liz inherit the Thornton Shade pack.