Novel & Cerita Arknight Ansel

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

He realized she was his hope, a ray of light that drowned his misery and gloom and painted a fresh picture of the perfect sunset, making it shine as bright as her personality. Angela felt no less as she stared in Mason's steely eyes, she felt all her anger and frustration washing away. He was just like that. Leaving her defensless under the dangerous weapons of his charm. With just one look of his, she could melt away, like an ice cream in a desert. (Ok. That was weird 😂 ik but this is Angel we're talking about and she's weird) She felt like she would fall down right now by intensity of his eyes. Damn him, he always knew how to charm her. But right now, he was doing that without doing anyth

It didn't take long for Damien to guess who was driving the car. He is Ansel Gauche Kosti, a noble class vampire who has the ability in terms of speed. It has jurisdiction in Los Angeles and is also a major supplier of 'cattle' for the kingdom. One of the Three Pillars of the Kingdom apart from Damien and also Andrew. The door in the Ferrari's driver's seat swung open and someone came out. Ansel and Andrew's style of dress is very different. You could say, the opposite. If Andrew has a fairly quirky and stiff style of dress, Ansel looks more relaxed in a shirt suit that is intentionally unbuttoned showing the shirt he is wearing complete with a gold necklace around his neck. Black trousers e

“You don’t step into the Hearth.” Rowan’s mouth curved, almost amused. “Ashthorne. Still alive. How inconvenient.” “I’m not here for you,” Dax said. “Leave.” Rowan lifted one hand. A thin chain slid through his fingers—moon-silver links, each etched with the split crescent. The metal hummed. The chamber’s amber lines dimmed, as if the chain drank light. My skin prickled. The mark on my wrist throbbed hard, answering it like a wound recognizing a knife.

It was impossible to hate her. Ansel was a rugged, intimidating man in his late thirties. After not finding his fated mate, he had started seeing Gaia with the promise that she would become his luna and she would give him an heir. Not the most romantic of stories, but Gaia, with her heart of gold, loved her pack and wanted to care for them.

Admittedly, it’s helpful having some staff left over to help with the Alpha’s being here. The Alpha’s having been selected by Ren, who he is closest to, include Noah, the Alpha of Harmony, Malik, the Alpha of Love, Kaden, the Alpha of Vengeance, and lastly, Asher, the Alpha of Desire, for no particular reason at all, other than he’s a calm individual compares to the others. “No Chase again?” I ask Ren, leaning against the wall. He shakes his head at me, to which I sigh deeply. I desperately need to speak to him, and I think he knows that.

Inhale her sweet scent but it was all gone. He couldn't sleep at night afraid that if he kept sleeping he might miss the opportunity to find her. He hoped that one day she would show up in front of him. Let it be for hurting him. For scolding him or for killing him. He would accept everything with open arms just for the glimpse of his mate. His phone rang and he quickly answered. It was Lennox. "You predicted right," Lennox said. "That bastard went straight to a rogue pack, I think that pack belongs to Armando," Lennox said.

“I know you care about me, Arnold, but this is important. I’ll be careful, I promise.” “Please do.” I hang up the phone, then for good measure, run my hands over the moon rabbit pelt at the bottom of the bag. Pulling the amulet out of my shirt, I stalk back into the house and out to the deck. There, the entire San Diego pack is assembled on the beach, looking up at the deck as Ansel stands next to a chained up, kneeling Nash. Ansel is wearing the leather gloves and holding a sharp silver knife. His wolf aspect is visible, his brows thick, his sharp fangs visible, his eyes piercing. The rest of the pack is tense, waiting for the violence, wondering what will happen to their exiled former memb

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.

He follows after me, swearing and swatting at them like large mosquitoes. Outside, we both give a sigh of relief. No books. The night air is pleasantly warm. On the terrace is a fountain I’ve never seen before. It glistens in the starlight. As we come closer, I recognize, at the center of it, Luna, the Roman goddess, carved in smooth, black marble. Then, the light bulb finally switches on. “You’d be good at poker, Ansel. It’s your father, isn’t it?” Ansel nods, rubbing at a paper cut on his thumb. “Every detail is accounted for - documented, meticulously. I can fudge a little, if I’m careful. To get your clothing was a fudge, for instance.”