Arknights Horns Novels & Stories

It also wasn’t enough time to craft a weapon, not even a decent one. "We hold the line," Dante rumbled, primordial and steady, not like earlier when the feral madness kept flashing in him. He reached out, his armored hand covering mine. "We make them pay, every inch of rock, in blood." The old grandfather clock in the corner of the study ticked like it meant something personal. It was three in the afternoon. Then… something tore through the heavy silence of the palace. Not the usual mechanical boom of an iron cannon. Instead it was a deep resonant blast, a war horn so big it felt like it had weight. Still, it didn’t come from the Western Harbor

My soul even more so. Kael fell back to my side, blood dripping from a wound in his side. “They’re not stopping.” I met his eyes. “Then neither will I.” I raised my hand to summon the full force of the altar’s power. But then— A second horn sounded. Low. Different. Not Council. Another pack. Lucan spun toward the forest. “That’s not ours.” And then they came. Black cloaks. Masks made of bone and obsidian. No scent. No warning.

“Aelys, it’s coming for Lumora.” The rift pulses, more beasts emerging, but I channel my hymn, mortal yet resonant, Lena’s spark burning. “Veil, shield!” The group’s relics flare—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Theryn’s light-blade, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Kael’s void-blade, Kalia’s orb—their auras a fractured flame. We drive the beasts back, their hymns fading, but the rift widens, the Herald’s hymn a roar. “Your cosmos falls, Aelys!”

The new she wolf then raised her knee catching Racheal right under the chin throwing her backwards onto her back. The match didn’t even last two minutes before it was over, and the young warriors began to chant, “Luna!” Pride began to fill me that they had also chosen her as their Luna too, but there was still the fact that I didn’t know if she belonged to another. Our eyes then met and I could tell that she was looking at me for the approval to stop.

He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength. The troop's fate hung in the balance, their lives dependent on Jack's skill and determination. In the chaos, Luna's voice rose above the din, her howl a rallying cry for her troop. "Stand firm, our hearts united! We will not falter!" The troop's warriors surged forward, their arms and claws at the ready. The battle had become a maelstrom of fury and steel, with no quarter asked or given. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the arena's terrain resembled a gruesome canvas of carnage. Wounds of Eryndor troops that would have been mortal mere hours before began to miraculously heal, as

In her hands she held no poison, but a forbidden artifact from the Great Tribunal: a horn carved from ancient bone, inscribed with runes of mass freezing. “If you are not of Silver Moon, you belong to no one, you useless fat cow!” Chloe shrieked in madness, raising the horn to her lips. A deep, ancient and terrifying sound echoed through the Valley of Bones. The ground trembled, and in the blink of an eye, the eastern slope of the ice mountain above the fortress groaned, unleashing an avalanche of rocks and frozen mystical snow that fell directly onto the outpost where we stood. “Maya, watch out!” Lawrence’s roar was instantaneous.

“Push them back!” Ryker answered with a thunderous howl, leaping atop a siege tower’s broken wheel. He ripped a horn from its mount and blew a call to arms that echoed off the walls. The wolves answered on cue, their lupine forms ghost‑silver in Nyra’s lingering lunar‐cloak.

he asked quickly sensing our disinterest in a drawn out chit chat. “Vince, bro, no…this isn’t a social call. Our training is done here. We aren’t coming back, at least not without Ellie. The prophecy has sped up. We will be taking on the role as her Guardian Knights,” Bronx barked at him. I could feel Bronx’s anxiety through our triplet connection. All three of us were fighting to keep it together as we made last minute preparations to leave. Blaze, Bullet and Banshee had been snapping and growling insistently since the “calling” started.

Something regal. I selected a black fitted dress—elegant, powerful, lined with silver threading that curled down the sleeves like ancient runes. The high collar framed my neck like a crown. I fastened a belt of polished obsidian around my waist and pinned my Luna crest—soon to be obsolete—just over my heart.

Even for a dragon. “Blaze…?” Persia called out. “Just skip him. I heard his name from Kuroyuki.” I said. The person sitting next to Blaze is the guy with the brown hair and glasses. Every time he nudges his glasses, there’s always a glint. “Name: Kronos Y Chronocock. Human. Ranked Seven. Codename: .” Am I actually imagining symbols from his words…? How scary. “Arsenal…? This means you had a lot of weapons in your hand…?”