Arknight Annihilation Novels & Stories

He was able to avoid imprisonment, however, the council demanded he give full cooperation in tracking down the rogues who betrayed him and killed half of my clan. At the arena, everyone, including all alphas from each pack together with their lunas and their own packs behind them, watched as I shifted into my dragon. I had Syria stand beside me, tears pricking her eyes as she stared at her adopted children who were dragged into the spell, turning them all into nightcrawlers. ‘Save them,’ Syria said to me through mind link. I give her a nod before turning my attention to the nightcrawlers gathered in front of me. There were around four to five hundred of them.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

She didn't even look down at the display. "Executing baseline cipher override," Anna announced calmly. "Command authorization: Anna-Alpha-Zero-One." The massive holographic projection in the center of the room flickered violently. The smooth green lines that had detailed Saed's false prosperity began to glitch tearing away in static laced tears. The artificial facade shattered, replaced by a bleeding catastrophic crimson light that bathed the entire amphitheater in a grim bloody hue. The real map of the Bloodmoon territory appeared. The gathered lords leaned forward, horror and shock written plainly on their faces.

Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!" The doctor he brought stepped forward, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, but she's gone. There are no vital signs." At that moment, the gatekeeper hurriedly ran over, "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage was destroyed, but our people have been guarding the main entrance the whole time!" Ean was dumbfounded. If that was the case, it meant that I had entered an operational freezer that day! He roared at everyone around him, "You call this watching over her?"

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Its surface was shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading out like fractured veins. I reached out and touched the cold glass. The broken reflections fractured my face into jagged pieces, distorting my features into something unrecognizable. A shiver ran down my spine. This was no accident. Someone had been here — sending a message I wasn’t yet ready to read. --- That night, sleep was a stranger. In the darkness, I heard a whisper, faint but clear. *“Find the truth beneath the surface.”* I told myself it was the wind, the city playing tricks on a tired mind. But deep down, I knew it was something more. Something waiting.

Blood, mingled with chunks of liver and gore, geysered from his mouth. “Hack, you don't know the chessboard! The Presbyterian Council was a pawn. Arthur's the master of the ‘Silver Thorn’ scepter,” Old Martin rasped. Crack! The cervical vertebrae snapped. Old Martin's head slumped, turning into rotting flesh. The laughter cut off. An electronic voice took over. “Self - destruction program of the underground defense in Block Twelve activated. Countdown, thirty seconds.” A shrill beep screeched from the load - bearing columns. Shockwaves shattered the ceiling tubes. Glass shards rained down, and dust billowed.

"I'll find my own path, and it won't lead to becoming a monster like you." Azaroth chuckled, unfazed by Alex's defiance. "A monster like me? You have no idea what I'm capable of, child, but we shall see. The darkness is patient, and its allure is relentless." As Alex struggled to find his footing in this new reality, a sudden burst of light erupted in the room, blinding both him and Azaroth momentarily. When the brightness subsided, a figure stood before them, radiating an aura of purity and power.

Marla shouted, her barrier flickering under the onslaught. Nicola forced herself to focus, her voice steady as she spoke the final words of the incantation. The altar began to crack, a bright light spilling out as the dark energy was consumed. With a deafening roar, the altar shattered, sending a shockwave through the clearing. The shadows dissipated instantly, their forms disintegrating into the air. Lilith staggered back, her expression one of mild annoyance. “Well done,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve passed this round. But don’t get too comfortable - the real game is just beginning.”

Their hands, clasped around the artifact, glowed with an intense, ethereal light. A colossal blast of light, fueled by the twins' unity, shattered Archon's form. The monster's roar turned to a deafening scream as his body disintegrated. His infected minions crumbled to dust, their dark energy banished from the land. Archon's defeated roar echoed through the ruins, a haunting reminder of the horror that once was. The battlefield fell silent, the only sound the twins' heavy breathing. Tristan and Rosalind stood victorious. The Shadowstone's power faded, its task complete.