Arknights Horns Novels & Stories

smirked, heathing one sword to adjust his leather gauntlet. "We won't let a single shadow step into the Citadel," Princess Nora added, her silver rapier humming with harmonic silver energy as she turned toward the doors. "Captain Vane!" Leo roared across the hall. "Sound the war horns! Rally the Northern wolves and the Southern solar guards! Tonight, we end the Eclipse Cult forever!"

His gaze dropped, just briefly, to her mouth, and Luna felt her heart slam hard against her ribs, felt her whole exhausted body lean toward him without her permission, some old, aching hope stirring back to life despite every reason it had to stay buried. Then, somewhere outside the tower, a horn sounded — long, low, unmistakably a call, cutting through the fragile stillness they'd built for themselves in the wreckage. Kade went rigid, pulling back, his expression sharpening instantly back into wariness. "That's not Garrick's people," he said. "That horn belongs to a pack. A real one, not scouts or hunters." "Whose?" Luna asked, scrambling to her feet despite her exhausted legs, adrenaline f

I curled my numb fingers into the thick hair at the back of his neck, dragging him down until the weight of his bare body was the only thing keeping the ice from closing over my head. "Say you’ll come north," he muttered against my skin, his lips moving down to the raw punctures on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin with a heavy, rhythmic pressure. "I can't," I gasped, my hands slipping on his wet shoulders as a sudden, deep blast of a brass horn echoed from the pine woods above the ravine. The sound was sharp, rhythmic, and entirely too close. It wasn't the ragged call of Matthew’s retreating infantry. It was the heavy, iron horn of the surviving royal guard—the men who had stood on the gr

They were, to say the least, unique. "Rejoice! Everyone, the next article comes from an old empire's warring state... " The Count deliberately dragged it out. An item from the Old Empire! Another round of debate broke out in the audience. "The item is the Raging Bull Horn, a piece of entertainment that can have an effect on a person's mind simply by hearing its sound. Anyone can use this horn to send off a mana-based mental wave. It is stated that in the past, a general utilized this horn to save his faction and tremendously boost the morale of his warriors, causing the opponent to lose the fight."

We quickened our pace and got to the manor through the secret tunnel that led from the dungeon just in time. There stood Alpha Hrigh uttering belittling words to ones I called mate. I stepped forward leaving Nailah in the shadow, I claimed my mates. I knew the consequence of claiming them on a full moon, I knew it would usurp all of my energy and I did not have my wolf for back up but I did it all the same. "You're wrong! they still have a queen on the board. I Reign Leavenworth Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack claim Axel, Dante and Zephyr Leavenworth as my mates before the goddess and everyone present as my witness under the blessing of the full moon's light."

However, if Alectrona violates the law and orders once again, the moon goddess needs to protect her creations. I nodded at the wolf, holding a big horn. He immediately obeyed and blew it, creating a loud ear-piercing sound. The sound of loyalty and dominance. The cries of my kingdom at Shadow Rock. The uproar of my wolves. The rage in Thorin's eyes. The sound of Jaque's voice echoed in the air. The big horn was lifted, signaling our warriors to prepare. Two warriors raised our flags higher, a symbol of our unity and loyalty.

The man in the bone mask turned and ran into the darkness, leaving Leo behind. Alaric turned back to me. He scooped me up into his arms. He was warm. He was real. "I have you," he whispered. But as he carried me toward the throne, a loud horn sounded from outside the palace. It wasn't the royal horn. It was the horn of the Umbra-Knights. I looked toward the window. The sky wasn't dark anymore. It was purple. Thousands of black banners were moving toward the palace. The rebellion wasn't a small group. It was an army.

Instead, it was beautiful and an unnatural blue fire flickered. "Nadia… what's going on here?" I tried again. She vanished. I stared at the flames, hesitant whether I was meant to step back or forward. Within seconds, she returned again, now holding a heavy leather pouch. From it, she pulled seven curled horns and thirteen long yellowed fangs, some cracked, some stained with age. She didn't seem to care where they’d come from. She placed them around the circle with respect, mumbling a foreign chant with each item.

"It cannot be." Cassian looked between the mountains and the pendant. "Your Majesty?" She barely seemed to hear him. "The Seals." "They're opening." The commander frowned. "What seals?" Before anyone answered, a deep horn echoed across the continent. Not from the valley. From somewhere unimaginably far away. Then another answered. And another. Seven horns. Ancient. Powerful. The sound reached into my bones. The pendant pulsed once more. A voice unlike any I had ever heard whispered inside my mind.

Whoever this was wanted me to look at my own mate and wonder if he had written those words and that thought made me feel sick. Before Kael could say anything to the pack, a different horn sounded across the territory and it was not a war horn but the birth horn that was only ever blown when a Luna went into labor. Except I was the only Luna and I was standing right here feeling the heir kick steadily, but not ready to come yet. The horn blew again, longer and more desperate and Thorne came running with panic on his face and told us the sound was coming from our own den at the center of the compound.