Arknight Novels & Stories

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Danny stood up, a disappointed look on her face,”you are no fun at all” she added and sulkily walked out while aurora gave out a loud chuckle as she watched her go out. “Silly” Aurora muttered to herself. On her table was a picture of Liam, smiling as she picked it up and hugged it. “I miss you champ” she said to the picture and closed her eyes. How she loved the little boy. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The time was seven pm in the evening, aurora just got off work and when she came out of the hospital. A black maybach was parked directly in front of the hospital and she could already guess who it was.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

Arc The garish neon lights of Rick's Riot towered above, casting an eerie glow over the darkened street. The bar's name pulsed like a warning signal, sending a shiver down Arc's spine and stirring a primal unease that made his instincts scream warning. Arc's hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation warring with curiosity. Rick's Riot, Thorne Town's beloved gay bar, beckoned with its vibrant neon lights. He hesitated outside Rick's Riot, his heart racing with uncertainty. He'd never set foot in a place like this before. The vibrant bar seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, intimidating him.

It was a target. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "To the only place the Commission can't reach," Katya said, pointing toward the horizon. A massive shadow was rising out of the mist. A fortress built into the side of a mountain, its walls glowing with floodlights. "The Ark. It's a neutral zone run by the old families who refused to join the Commission. If you can make it inside, you'll be untouchable." "And if I can't?" Katya didn't answer. She just pushed the throttle harder.

ACCOUNT: THE UNWRITTEN CLEARING ASSETS: 100 SOULS (UN-ALLOCATED) LIABILITIES: ZERO STATUS: DORMANT UNDER GENERAL RESERVATION And beneath the index, a single, fresh line of type was being carved into the stone in real-time, the sound of the rock splintering like the ticking of a grandfather clock: "ENTRY 1: CURRENT HOLDINGS SECURED BY INDIVIDUAL SCARS. AUDIT DELAYED UNTIL THE ARRIVAL OF THE ADMINISTRATOR." Xander looked down at the jade fountain pen on the lead block. The green stone had begun to pulse with a faint, rhythmic lavender light—the exact frequency of a terminal waiting for a password to be entered.

It wasn't gold (the Mother), and it wasn't silver (the Guardians). It was Deep, Original Red. A message scrolled across Leo’s vision, bypassing all security. USER_ID: ARTHUR_VANCE_THORNE_001 STATUS: RE-AWAKENED. MESSAGE: "THANKS FOR THE LIFT, GRANDSON. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A BODY WITH THIS MUCH PROCESSING POWER."

that was the dream. "Kyrian?" Arina's voice seemed far away. "Are you sure you're alright?" "I'm fine," he lied automatically. "Just... disoriented. I'll be down in ten minutes." "Okay. Don't take too long. This is important." She paused at the door. "And Kyrian? Whatever you dreamed... it's over now. You're safe." She left. Kyrian sat frozen on his bed. Safe. The word felt wrong. Because if the casino was real...

“Meet Francesca — Salvatore’s weapon. Francesca, these are Ethan and Dre. Interesting characters, aren’t they?” She barely looked at me. Her contempt was obvious. I resolved to keep my guard up; in this game, only the smart survived. “Ryne is part of one of the small neighborhood gangs,” Vincent continued. “But bigger gangs have put bets on taking you down. Either you strike first, or they do.” “Oh… sh!t,” Dre muttered under his breath. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ “Hey,” I said to Ruby as we exchanged cheek kisses. I noticed the emptiness in her eyes — the sparkle she once had was gone.