Novel & Cerita Arknight Tags

somewhere that I do not even know. Somewhere that I am not even sure if it's a safe place to go. ~~~~~~ [12 years later] When I was 7, I wished to be a rogue but I end up becoming an adoptive child of a single Alpha called Alpha Arthuro. That night, I was too exhausted by the constant running that I passed out somewhere in the woods. Alpha Arthuro found me laying unconscious on the ground and he brought me here. Kingdom Starry Curse Pack. One of the Kingdoms in the Realm.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

His Alpha mother had made it mandatory for the council to grant her wish before she died. Now, this happens. On the verge of walking over a body, my eyes caught something. Two wolves and a dagger at the center. With water flowing underneath, signifying the silver lake. It was a tag. a symbol of the gamma's rank in the silver mystic. My brows furrowed when I called, "Atlas, Tristan, come see this." They both were by my side in seconds, Tristan squatting, his shoulders leaning down; he brought the tag to his face for a closer view, then stood up.

*Chapter 42: The map had twelve red marks. Now it had eleven. Aria stood over the table in the war room, the Foundry shard’s dust still clinging under her nails. The Oathbreaker was bound again, but the mark on her palm hadn’t faded. If anything, it glowed faintly when the Moonstone was near. “We move on the next one,” Aria said. Mirel tapped the map. “Western marshes. Cell calling themselves the Drowned Fang. Twelve wolves, last seen three days ago.”

He backed out of the parking spot and drove off. “What’s her name?’ Njar asked quietly from the front seat. “523.” Arkyn growled, her arm flopping to the side exposing the blister and red numbers burned into her arm. “523…what kind of name is that?” Njar asked, confused. “It’s not a name, it's her brand.” Arkyn growled, the image of her standing in his room and blurting out the number made sense now. “Her brand?” Njar asked, still not following.

-SKELETON DAGGER / RARITY: NORMAL TO RARE (BLUE TAG)- STR: 4 AGI: 5 DURABILITY: 100/100 AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES IN FRONT, BY THE GREAT POTENTIAL THE WEAPON IS NEAR TO RARE AND THE PERFECTION HUNDRED REFINEMENT IS VERY NEAR. IT'S SHAPE WAS METICULOUSLY COMPARE TO A COMBAT KNIFE. USING THE SKELETON AS A BASE ITS A DURABLE WEAPON THAT CAN FIGHT A HUNDRED BATTLE.

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

Cain scoffed, feeling his anger begin to resurface. "My relationship is none of anyone's business but mine." he said. crossing his arms. "Is it not her business too?" Evelyn asked rhetorically. "What about your pack? Is it not their business that they have a Luna?" "In order for her to be a Luna she has to be marked by her mate, the Alpha, and inducted into the pack." "And you're not going to do either of those things?" Evelyn asked. Cain shook his head. "I can't mark her."

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

ARC 3 - OTHERWORDLY HUNGER TRIGGER WARNING: This arc contains explicit sexual themes, supernatural elements including tentacle-based fantasy content, and breeding kink. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint. ------ We had been walking through the dark tunnels for hours. My boots went dug deep into the waters. The flashlight in my hand shook a little because my heart was beating fast. We had been doing this for years yet I still sucked.