Arknight Novels & Stories

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

His mission must come first before anything else. Nightfall came as Arth stepped outside the arena. An enclosed, elegant carriage caught his peripheral vision, and so he turned to look. The plates were painted black, having golden lines on the edges and on the large wheel disks. The windows were covered with crimson curtains, and the door seemed to be locked. The two grand knights he’d seen earlier were also there, jumping unto their horses, before they moved down the streets. Arth covered his head with the hood of his blue cloak, then he started following them covertly amidst the crowd walking on the streets. The carriage’s pace was not that fast, so he managed to catch up with it.

She snarks. I don’t say a thing. I still feel bad for yelling at her that one day, but I freaked out when Nick came and asked if I had seen her. After I had answered him and then he said that no one had seen her for a few hours I thought the worst. “I come bearing coffee,” Brady announces. Kyaria bounces over to him excitedly for her coffee. It’s the same every time. A large iced raspberry mocha with coconut milk and whip cream.

L'ARC PARIS The atmosphere of the nightclub was wrapped in muck sweat due to the grinding bodies and whiffs of cigarettes and weed. The ill-lit bouncy lights made the place exciting for youngsters and a harbor for illegal affairs. The shouts and hoots did nothing to erase the molesting memories out of Benjamin's brain. The sparkling liquid swirling in his glass was a perfect illustration of the emotions he was feeling.

There are not many things there only a desk with a chair, a bookshelf that's full of books, and a television on the wall. I quickly stepped forward, "SD agent, Katarina Clyde, code Eagle Team." "SD agent, Scout Kipper, code Cayote Team." "AD agent, Kelly Crawford, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Johan Marshall, code Kangaroo Team." "SD agent, Britt Preston, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Minnie Lopez, code Eagle Team." "AD agent, Hade Fox, code Eagle Team." I turn my head quickly to 'Hade'. Nice try, you impostor.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

Any dark deed required a binding contract, one signed with the vital fluid that sustained life. He looked around for a dry spot to set the candle and paper down. Pools of water glowed in pearlescent gold, formed from the damp dripping from above. Stained by moss it didn't even look like water, rather like urine, tainted by infection. After a few moments he found a reasonably dry spot and knelt down carefully, unravelling the map and turning it over to look at the small writing on the back. He withdrew his knife, tracing a circle about him before puncturing the palm of his hand and allowing the blood to form a pool before casting it over the candle and onto the stone. It sank into the surface

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

"I sent you his details just before I came in. His name is Omar Rivers. Twenty-seven and was assigned to guard duty. Looks like he might have been a packless wolf or a rogue up until about a year ago when he ended up here. He has had a few run-ins with local human law enforcement here and in a few other states. I suspect Nathaniel lured in quite a few characters like this Omar guy with the promise of money, booze and women." "So, Nathaniel isolated and imprisoned his own people and then brought in potential criminals and outsiders to be their jailors?" Lucas' upper lip lifted in a snarl that was from both disgust and rage. "That's fucked up." Johnny shrugged. "Greed is a powerful drug." "It

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE