Arknight Annihilation Novels & Stories

The game we were playing was dangerous at best, but killing Angelique meant we were playing a completely new ball game. Malphas was a seasoned warrior. A war lord and a part of Lucifer’s high council. He had held the spot for over a century now. He would not take kindly to finding out that his daughter had been killed, regardless of the reason for it. So, there was only one option available, her body would have to be disposed of. Somewhere that would never been uncovered. Luckily in the underworld there was inexhaustible places that you can cover up a murder. Firstly there vas void that surrounded the Palace walls that was just a vast expanse of nothing. To throw something into it meant floa

Intercepting the [Annihilating Cloud], Zark conjured a [Wind Wall] to serve as a barrier against the noxious mist. On the other hand, while Nyos was dealing with the 6 Wight Knights, Keil would face the Wight King.

Mission complete boss. Love, Alec. • "I turned around for 2 seconds and I heard a gunshot. I looked and saw Alec on the floor, gun in his hand and in a pool of his own blood." Lilith told Malakai in a lifeless, void and empty voice when they were in the hospital. Her words would stay with him forever. Lilith had lost, she was defeated by something so heartbreaking but as simple as death. She lost her life. A piece of her died too. And it wouldn't ever come back.

She noticed a wolf charging at them coming for Hunter's neck but she used her magic and threw that wolf across the road as he hit the bark and fell grunting. She noticed two dead bodies near Luca and three dead bodies near Lennox. Luca hasn't even shifted and they have killed so many. A wolf was able to claw at Luca's back making him grunt in pain. Hunter pulled to his feet. "Stay here and don't fight," He said looking deeply into her eyes. He faced the enemies as his claws extended out. Within seconds Hunter was clawing at them killing them skillfully but she noticed that Armando's best fighters weren't present there. What was he planning to do?

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

It was a slow surrender to the truth we already knew. “I know now,” she said, her forehead against mine. “I finally do.” Over dinner, we had fresh pasta, too much wine, and laughter that made the locals smile - Anton called. Not with threats or disasters, but with closure. “Digital cleanup complete,” he said over speakerphone. “The final shadow wallets have been drained. All blackmail nodes purged. And the Executioner’s signal hasn’t reappeared in seventy-two hours.” “Meaning?” I asked. “Meaning… the game is finally over.”

The night had been a symphony of violence, now reaching its final, earth-shattering movement. The Consortium’s London nexus was not a sleek skyscraper or a hidden bunker, but a forgotten Edwardian bank in the financial district’s decaying heart—a fortress of granite and arrogance, its vaults repurposed to hold a different kind of currency: blackmail files, assassination dossiers, the physical ledgers of betrayal that even Thorne and Roland hadn’t trusted to the cloud. Anton and Sabatine hadn’t gone in to seize it. Seizure implied ownership, and this poison had to be eradicated, not adopted. Their objective was terminal sterilization.

Even the ancient Headmaster, Virelkan Duskrend Kamina, looked grimly toward the sky. The attack was too powerful. Too close. Too unstoppable. The four boys stood at the front of the courtyard. Alaric's crimson eyes burned with fury. Kade's claws glowed with wild wolf energy. Damien's dragon fire flickered weakly around his hands. Lucien's silver magic trembled in the air. But even they knew the truth. They were not strong enough. The Aetherstar lowered its hand. The sphere fired. Dark annihilation tore through the air like a falling star.

Their eyes snapped open not dead not alive,Something in between. The first assassin breached the door, rifle raised. His mask reflected the emergency red lights Aurora didn’t speak. She slowly raised her hand as if signaling a stop and the lights went out. 4:31 a.m. at the Sub-Level 7, Core Chamber There was a total blackout Then a voice said out loud “Initiating Protocol: Blood Moon."It sounds like it came out of nowhere but yet it was everywhere

“Nova… I feel them… part of them is fading. The plague of forgetting spreads faster now. Cities… entire cities…” I swallowed, terror rising. “Then we fight faster. Every soul that calls me, every heartbeat that anchors me… we hold them. We refuse oblivion.” Kieran nodded, hands gripping mine tightly. “I will hold as many as I can. You hold the rest. Together… we are unbreakable. We must be unbreakable.” The Architect’s voice returned, colder than ever. “Final adjustment: seventy percent of mortal anchors will be erased in one cycle. Divine interference is insufficient.”