Arknight Ansel Novels & Stories

"I heard that you had returned to the room in an unusual state, so I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn't find you, but I caught Desi in a compromising situation outside the room with Kevin." "During that time, I managed to escape her trap," Ansel revealed. "My arm was injured and has required treatment for the past two weeks." "At that time, after risking my life, I managed to escape her trap," Ansel disclosed. "My arm was injured and has required treatment for the past two weeks." "And then you weren't in the room?" Nika asked. "That's right. I went to Erica. She's a doctor, and she could help me control that demonic drug," Ansel replied.

He thought for awhile then shouted loud enough. “ Oh no, Is that bastard son of Narvick right. He said turning to face Anna. Tell me he didn’t—“. Anna’s froze, her body language betrayed her. “ so it’s him, it’s Carden. That fake priest”. “Oh fuck, I should have known”, Arnold tight his grip. Anna eyes just stared at him, so was the artist eyes. “Guards”, he shouted. A man walked in dressed in black as usual. “ Get me that bastard son of narvick, I want him here at all cost, or your head follows”.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

~~~~~ Anita was riding Frost, planning to leave Crescent Fierce Moon Pack as fast as she could, cause she didn't want what happened to her pack the other time to repeat itself. She got to the middle of the road, and Frost was about to make a U turn, when suddenly a carriage halted right in front of her. She looked up and noticed the carriage was a familiar one. Anita narrowed her eyes at the carriage, waiting for the person inside to get down. " Iris right?" A familiar face appeared, after getting down from the carriage. Anita jumped down from Frost and patted his back. " Relax boy. It's nothing." She realized it was her so called father from her past life. Seeing Arnold again, her look beca

Dominic was already moving, already speaking into his comm, and I felt the shape of an entirely new front in this war opening up beneath everything we'd already been fighting — not just Grigor hunting my bloodline forward through Harlan and Sable and a stolen moonstone, but a truth buried backward through decades of Silver Moon's own quiet complicity, a mother who might have spent years alive and lost while everyone who could have looked for her decided it was easier not to. We were three hours into the drive back to Moonlight, Reid already working the phone from the front seat, coordinating a formal records request through Council channels that would take days even with every pressure we co

His eyes were bloodshot as he asked, "Do we really have to go down this path, Odessa?" Instead of replying to his question, Odessa simply reached into her backpack, pulled out a business card, and gave it to Ansel. "They are a fairly renowned psychiatrist in the country. You should get yourself checked out. I have nothing more to say to you." With that, she pushed Ansel away and walked away with long strides. Ansel staggered, almost losing his footing. He glared intensely at the business card he held, then roared as he ripped it to pieces.

Unauthorized distribution detected. “Authority adapts,” I snarl, forcing myself upright in the void. “You said so yourself.” The reflections begin to crack. Wolves find their footing on shards of reality, snarling defiance. Ethan lands beside me, eyes blazing. “Tell me what to break.” I grin despite the blood on my lips. “Everything it thinks is immutable.” The Arbiter raises its arms, light flaring for a final escalation. And deep beneath Midnight, something ancient stirs—not Gravehowl, not the Crown.

*** ANSEL’S POV I was so tired and wasted during the day that I dared not even try to think of volunteering in the night, I just slept off without knowing. Deep into the night, I woke up to use the bathroom and couldn’t open my eyes well because of the intensity of the sleep that was in there but I was soon wide awake when I crashed into a huge cupboard and sparkling objects with clinking sounds filling everywhere as they made contact with the ground.

Before paving her hand again and leaving him heading to the doctor, he suddenly strangled him violently, hissing threateningly , " If you hear one word from you, you will die in the most horrific way. The doctor was terrified of his threat, shivered and nodded so quickly that he couldn't even speak Mars opened the door for him and when he came out he came back to lock it He quickly went to his closet, searched a little, and then took out an antidote, which I knew he hid the smell He sprayed it on her and around her to smile whispering "Thank you..Practice your name is very beautiful , what does it mean? " The wolf smiled and kissed her forehead where that wound was, then grabbed her wrist an

As Angel turned to leave, Chris, still reeling from his vision, reached out and grabbed his hand. “Wait,” Chris’s voice was almost a whisper, desperate, his grip firm. “Please… take off your mask. I need to see the face of the man who saved me.” Angel hesitated, a long sigh escaping his lips. But finally, he reached up and removed the mask slowly, his face emerging from behind its dark shadows. “My name isn’t Angel,” he said quietly. “It’s Aiden. Aiden Gorbachev.”