Arknight Tags Novels & Stories

“Sable’s not a man. Not anymore. He’s a signal. A protocol. A virus in the bloodstream of global intelligence.” He waved a hand, and screens lit up, data dancing across glass. “Three months ago, black-site servers across six countries lit up with this.” He tapped the screen. “A zero-day exploit called ARKHAM. Top-level encryption, but it carried a signature.” A symbol appeared—red, angular, abstract. At first glance, meaningless. But my breath hitched. I’d seen it before. On Alexei’s ring. Etched in the floor of a lab we’d razed in Rabat. In the upper left corner of the blueprints behind him in that video.

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

The hagstone the vampire Dina used on me hangs from Ruth’s neck. “Good thinking,” I tell Lucas, impressed he even thought to bring it. Then again, I did have Binx brief him on what was going on. Heart still pounding, I move around Lucas and cast the magical handcuff spell Tabatha used on my father just a few days ago. “Ad imperium,” I say and snap my fingers together, making the two cuffs of magic that are circling Ruth’s wrist pull together. I step back and Lucas wraps one arm around me. “You won’t get away with this.” Ruth shakes her head. “I’ll report you. Say you attacked me.”

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

The night sky was gleaming and glittering with dusts of stars. Back in the city, they weren’t this visible because of the city lights. But now my eyes are having a load of the beautiful view of the galaxy, which also reflects into the calm lake. My eyelids were heavy but I decided not to go back to sleep because Amaris might come back and steal our peace again. I’ve already had enough of his menaces. I need to find a safer place than here, though I actually love the tranquility of the ambiance here. I glanced at Namir who was crouching on the ground beside me. I wonder how I could’ve survived without this tiger. At least I know that God has sent me a guardian, and I’m glad it's not a human.

Their fluttering leaves seemed to carry whispers of the pack's past and the unsaid stories of its members—an orchestra of secrets intertwined with the night. Approaching the entrance, a row of lampposts stood like quiet guards, casting a serene light that painted the scene with a glow both calming and mysterious. Their light revealed the Nightangle symbol etched onto a prominent sign, the crescent moon gleaming brightly against the darkness. It served as a symbolic picture of the power and unity within the pack—a unity now shadowed by the rising doubts that gripped my thoughts.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

A ripple of power surged outward, washing through the clearing as the pack felt the bond begin to form. Then came the mark. Caden lowered his head, pressing his lips to Lorraine’s neck. His fangs sank gently into her skin, and she gasped softly as the bond sealed in fire and light. A moment later, she turned, marking him in return. The pack erupted in a thunderous chorus of howls, the sound rolling like waves through the forest.

she said. And thus, with his pack's support and agreement, they entered into a blood-bound pact with the committee. Each pack member took their turn getting their finger pricked with a long dagger and added a single drop of their blood onto an ancient sheet of parchment that spelled out the agreement in specific detail. They were told it was simply to allow the committee to locate them in case something went wrong. William suspected it was more a show of loyalty than anything else, and he had no objection.