Arknight Novels & Stories

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

“Weather report, 90% humidity, 30 degrees celsius, 100% chance of rain. REDACT previous Rain report. 100% Chance of a Rainstorm. Wind speeds at 20 Kilometers. Have a safe patrol Arbiter H-6.” The AI’s hologram dissipated, leaving the already dimly lit room in total darkness. The Arbiter stood by the window, staring down onto the city below him. Domed Arcologies sat peacefully against the raging elements while the smaller riverslums and platformed spires dotted the surroundings with holographic advertisements snaking across their malformed architecture.

His deliberate cruelty appalled her. “My father wasn’t greedy... He was desperate!” “I’m willing to meet you tonight. I’m staying at the Northern Star. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you which suite I’ll be occupying. Eight,” he specified. “I will wait one minute past the hour, no more. If you’re not there, there’ll be no second chance, chérie.” Aghast at the site he had specified and absolutely enraged by his instinctive sadism, Lara gasped.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

Everyone who is an adult died instantly, while the children who were consumed by the fire fell out of consciousness and woke up as… ‘Nightcrawlers,’ a voice came in my head and I figured it must belong to the woman who has these memories. ‘What happened to you?’ I asked, my heart breaking as I watch every scene unfold in my mind. ‘Siria. My name is Siria. I am the daughter of the betas of the kingdom of dragon shifters, but that is gone now,’ she says and her voice cracked. She showed me everything, every detail, how she found herself tainted with black and unable to crawl out of the darkness during the day. She had once lost her sanity, and her hunger only made it worse.

I moved to the last one. This voice was deeper and also familiar. "Kira," the orc purred. "Such a pretty name. Come to the Ardor Bar on 5th and Main. Bring me back what's mine, or I will take something that is yours. Your whiny skinny man-boy is here waiting. He's bothering me. Hurry." "Shit." I flipped the phone closed and jammed it back in my pocket. I revved the motorcycle engine and spun it around on one foot. I punched it forward back west towards that rotting city.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

, Arthit's voice was cold and the nurse nodded her head and closed the door of his cabin. Arthit sat down on his seat and tore the seal of the envelope. He took out the papers and read them carefully. There were mischievous glints in his eyes that were reflecting his hidden BEASTLY agendas. His side lips curve up while staring down at her picture. The intensity of his black eyes was drinking each feature of hers. "BEAUTY", a whisper came out of his mouth. ~Name: Darika Saran. ~Age: 18 years old.

Isolde, her hand hovering above the shimmering ground, replied, "It's beautiful, but also disorienting. We must remain focused." Elysia, her gaze fixed on the crystal, observed, "It's glowing brighter, pulsating with energy. We must be getting closer." Malachi, with a hint of unease in his voice, said, "With every step, I feel memories, sensations... It's overwhelming." Niamh, offering Malachi a reassuring touch, whispered, "Hold onto the present. Remember who you are, who we all are." Suddenly, the crystal in Ezra's hand emitted a bright beam of light, illuminating a pathway ahead. At the end of this luminous path stood a grand archway, beyond which a cavern shimmered, filled with interweav

Mine hums like a storm about to break as River’s spiral brushed my cheek in the kitchen ten minutes ago when he kissed me hello and handed me the daycare bead-slug in a sealed jar. “For your archive,” he said, and then, to Lily, “we’re going to make bad magic do paperwork.” She clapped like that was the best idea anyone ever had. “Okay,” I mutter to my screens, cracking my knuckles. “Harbormere first, Rainbow second, Drake’s gentleman’s club never, and Sable gets no cookies.” Elder Max uncaps his pen, the house hum shifts to attentive because we are very respectable criminals. 1. The Money