Arknights Horns Novels & Stories

He had received alarming news, delivered through trembling voices—ancient seal gates by the river had begun to crack, a dark force was rising, and one by one, the kingdom’s protective ward stones were failing. Within the throne hall, the Council convened. “No,” the Luna declared fiercely. “Not while the girl is alive.” Elders murmured among themselves, accusations thickening the atmosphere like a toxic fog. The guards at the entrance shifted uneasily. And amidst it all… a horn echoed. But it wasn’t the normal alarm sound. It was a heavy, deep horn—guttural, resounding, and almost otherworldly. One that seemed to penetrate the walls and resonate within the bones of all who heard it.

“I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!” “Find him?” the man in black repeated before he gave a slight chuckle and shook his head. Whatever he found amusing about that statement, he didn’t elaborate at the moment. Instead, he continued his inquiry, as if Nya owed him an explanation. “If you are princess of Frindom, what are you doing in Goodhorn?”

Even the moisture in the air turned to shards. The ice raced up his legs, anchoring him to the arena in a massive block of ice. I swung my hellblade again and used his own momentum and aimed for his blazing horns. Because his feet were frozen solid, his upper body kept moving forward right against my blade. CRACK. The sound of his bronze armor buckling and his obsidian horns snapping against the ice and my sword was sickening. The fire on his horns went out and exploded from the cold strike from my blade. Aries let out a final, muffled bleat before the frost encased his entire head, silencing him as the horn hit the ground with a thud.

And on the other side of the tower, past the poisoned heart of the Citadel, a sound which no one had heard in years. A horn. Deep. Old. Silver in pitch and death in intent. The True Luna's horn. Perfera stumbled back, her magic blasting out of control. The black flame in her palm hissed, danced then was extinguished. "No," she said again, this time breaking. "She burned. I saw her scream.". Miyal was standing tall now, surrounded by light that pulsed in rhythm to that terrible, divine horn. Her chains lay in fragments. Her lips trembled as she addressed Perfera once again:

The second horn blast had barely faded when the frostlands erupted into motion. “Positions!” Mira’s voice cut sharply through the cold air. Warriors scattered into formation, boots crunching against frozen earth. Steel flashed as blades were drawn. Magic shimmered faintly along defensive wards hastily erected between broken stone pillars. Kael did not move immediately. The pendant burned against his palm, heat pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. Its glow had deepened since the horn sounded, no longer faint but alive, reacting to something unseen beyond the horizon.

The air exploded. Gasps. Outrage. Shock. Kael roared in fury. “You can’t—!” “I can,” I said, silver light flaring once more. “And I just did.” The ground trembled. Somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded—different from before. Older. The seer’s eyes widened in fear. “That horn…” she whispered. “That’s not a pack.” Ronan turned sharply toward the eastern horizon. “Then what is it?” The seer swallowed.

But they kept going. From Nightclaw cliffs, silence. For 2 minutes. 5 minutes. Then one voice joined. Just one. Young. Female. The girl who gave Arjun the knife. Her howl was thin, uncertain. But it was there. Then another joined. A male voice. Older. Then another. Not all of Nightclaw. Not even half. But 6, 7 voices from the cliffs wove into the valley’s chord. Thorn didn’t howl. He stood with Kade, hand on the boy’s shoulder. Kade closed his eyes and howled too. Child’s voice, high and clear.

A heavy, mechanical horn bellowed from its deck—a deep, metallic roar that shook the glass windows of the port buildings and echoed across the entire coastal valley like a declaration of doom. Natalia drew her twin short-swords, the silver light of her aura flaring to its absolute maximum, cutting through the black smoke of the armada like a beacon of unyielding light. "Sound the drums," the Lycan Queen commanded, her voice echoing across the fortified sea-walls. "Welcome them to our shores."

The moment our fingers touched, the silver bond between us erupted into brilliant light. The Crown of Luna expanded into a radiant halo of seven celestial gems. Wesley's sword transformed into a magnificent blade of gold and silver, engraved with ancient runes that shone brighter than the stars themselves. The Seven Guardians gathered behind us. One by one, they raised their weapons toward the sky. Aurel's Spear of Dawn. Nerina's Trident of the Eternal Sea. Elara's Staff of Life. Kael's Inferno Spear. Seraphine's Hourglass Staff.

KNIGHT ARCHANGEL'S POV "The Luna has been spotted in the Starry Curse Pack. She was with a friend. I think she is back." It was like my body froze upon hearing this news and my body trembles. She is back? The papers I have in my hand drop on the floor and the man who gave me the news instantly picked the papers up and put it stacked on my table. I followed what he was doing with my gaze while remaining in a statue position.