Arknight Ansel Novels & Stories

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

One of the men? “Good morning, Luna Umiko, Yui,” a voice breaks through my reverie, and I look up into Andreas’ golden eyes. He’s built as tall as Fenriz but broader, with long hair braided down the middle of his head and a scar running down the side of his face. He scared me when I first met him because I could smell the bloodshed tainted in his scent, but this was before I met Fenriz. I’ll never get used to the permanent eye color of a Lycan beast, especially Fenriz and his permanent crimson.

SAKI Responded. “Let us meet where the stars gather, and where the sun has failed. The divine glass has been empty for too long.” Jared continued. “Yes my Lord.” SAKI responded. One could tell that as SAKI responded, he was bowing his head wherever he was. The tiger in Jared was beginning to find expression. He was the Leader of the Seven eyed dragon Mafia clan, drugs, death, was nothing new to them. But they had always operated under. That was how Jared got his nickname, SHADOW. He was never seen, never known.

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

What does he think I'm doing here, frankly? I meet blue eyes behind Alvize, and I'm in shock. Santo. Santo Ganovese. SANTO GANOVESE! DI.O MI.O He is even more handsome than in my memories! I have to calm down. Okay, girl. Look natural. Straighten your shoulders. Put the damn tray down. Fucking shorts! I'm sure they can see my ass. Hold on a second. Hey. Maybe Santo is checking out my ass right now. CALM DOWN, ANDREA BONANI!

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

Asher darted toward us, his own eyes flashing with panic. “Brother! What is going on?!” he shouted, raising his arm just in time to deflect a chunk of stone that shattered against his forearm, sending shards across the council chamber. Ansel didn’t answer. His face twisted with something close to madness—and power. Terrible, raw power that didn’t belong to him. “You all deserve this…for thinking you could fool me,” Ansel snarled, his voice now echoing with something far too ancient and dark. He raised his hands, and the very air split open.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

"Luna walks away as I enter the code, and open the door. I walk in, looking for Ansel. The living room and kitchen are separated by an island counter, no walls. Ansel is no where to be seen, I nervously enter the bedroom, but he is not there either. Then I hear the water running, he must be taking a shower. I leave the bedroom, and settle myself onto one of the lounge chairs by the fireplace. I take out my notebook and start pouring over my notes. Then I hear the bedroom door open and I look up to see Ansel, fully dressed. The sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows, he tosses his coat and tie down on the back of the other lounge chair as he stalks toward me. He looks so damn sexy