Arknights Horns Novels & Stories

I make my way through the dark and deserted forest. Finally, when I reach the place where Arles brought me yesterday, I wait for the sun to appear out of the horizon. I pull out the horn from my pocket, take a deep breath before putting it against my lips and emptying all the air in my lungs into it. A loud roar ripples through the forest, its source, the Gold Horn. Several birds desert the trees and flood the sky as they fly away. It sounded like a war cry. As the golden rays of the rising sun drowned the mortal realm, I stood still, holding my breath, listening for anything that’d tell me about her arrival.

"We will travel through realms until we arrive at our destination" "How is that even possible?",Layla asked in frustration. She was tired of the games Ren was playing and she wanted answers. "You're neither a witch nor a sorceress..." "Like I told you earlier, I don't need to be one",Ren said in a bored tone. "The thing I stabbed into you, it's called the horn of ascension", "Horn of ascension? But it disappeared into my body",Layla touched her chest again. "The horn of ascension is for your protection",Ren said as she began to walk. "It is what wizards used in protecting themselves when going into battle. It will not harm you. Also, it will help me tap into your powers"

There was Three Old Woman standing, dressed in an ancient way, All holding the horns of a Unicorn. A Black line ran from their forehead through the nose down to the lower lips. Their eyes was pale green and their lips were painted black. Not excluding the pointed nose "You have defiled Sabrina and your Soul, She has requested." They chorused in a gruff voice. Hannah gasped as she took few steps back. They pointed the Unicorn's Horns forward as they walked into the house helping to break through the barrier. "Estarantio Windo!" Hannah roared causing wind at them but getting to them, the horns backfired it and she crashed over the table.

Someone behind me was already taking bets on how many horns I’d manage before I toppled, and I tried not to listen too closely to the numbers. The drums picked up again, faster this time, matching the frantic beat of my own pulse. Around the hall, warriors struck their horns together in a ragged rhythm, each sharp clang answered by another until the entire hall pulsed as one. My father had once told me it was an old Blackthorn custom. One horn answered another, just as the pack always answered its own. I tightened my grip around the carved horn, its polished wood damp with condensation, and lifted my eyes to meet Asger’s across the table. “On my count!” the auburn-haired warrior bellowed, va

Killian roared to the terrified vanguard, drawing his broadsword and turning to face the rising bone towers of the south. But as he raised his blade, the gold runes on my palm didn't just glow. They tore open, and a beam of pure, violaceous light shot upward from my hand, locking directly onto the bell-shaped horn three miles away.

“I mean, it's because of the letter I sent you, right?” “Essentially, yeah.” I said calmly. “That's the basic reason.” “Then, why don't you have an army behind you?” He asked. “He is the army.” Nicholas responded before I could say anything. “I think I can handle things pretty well by myself.” I muttered. Before anyone else could talk, there was a loud sound of a horn , and the Neil pack got agitated immediately. “What's wrong?” Nicholas asked. “The Kyrie Pack is here!” Armstrong growled.

The light went out — not suddenly, but as if the world itself took a slow, shuddering breath before forgetting how to exhale. When sight returned, it came fractured — flashes of silver and black, fire and mirror, faces illuminated by the glow of something that was no longer the sun. Kael was the first to move. His voice, hoarse but commanding, broke through the stunned silence. “Sound the call! Now!” The old horn — once used only to summon the council during war — rose from the rubble, its tone warped and mournful as it rolled across the mountains. The sound trembled as though even the air resisted its purpose, echoing through both worlds at once.

Clear! Rena then got up, put in some pillows to make it as props, and covered it with a blanket. Her hand touched something she had prepared on the dressing table. A long object such as a hairpin can be referred to as an arnal, with a dragon-carved decoration. She deliberately kept the arnal in the book inserts novel. "If it's true that this can get you guys back, I'll do whatever it takes!" she said confidently. Who would have thought if yesterday, when she dreamed where the Aries Palace is located, she got the precious object? The thing was in her lap, and who knows where it came from. And finally, she knew something, that the Golden arnal was able to defeat the devil.

I doubt they revered him as an ally. Rohan didn’t bark or growl again. He didn’t have to. I crouched beside Ali watching it all play out, knowing exactly what I had to do. Things had gotten as mad as they could — and even worse than that. ‘The moons don't make this easy, do they?’ I mused internally. Thinking of all the ways we could slip out of this predicament unscathed. This was the moment to act. I reached into my side pouch and pulled out the horn. A smooth obsidian shape, carved with all the ingenuity of Moonskin craftsmen.

“Wolves bow to the Moon. I was not made to bow. I am the Beast Between Bloodlines. The Flame That Does Not Chain. The howl before the Moon learned to rise.” She pressed her nose to my chest, where my heart beat like a war drum. “These are my horns,” she said. “They are war. They are my throne. And now… They are yours.”