Arknights Lessing Novels & Stories

Nathaniel’s body lay still, the pendant shattered at his side, its dark power extinguished. The figure lowered their hood, revealing a woman with eyes like twin constellations, her face ageless yet marked by centuries of wisdom. “I am Lysara, Keeper of the Lunar Veil,” she said, her voice resonating through the bond, calming Alina within Autumn. “I am the last of the Callisto elders, hidden beyond the packs’ reach when the Order rose. Your blood, Autumn, and your brother’s, awakened me.”

I say, and it ends up coming out breathier than I intended. "I didn’t even tell you what I’m drinking.” “It has to be matching your dress,” she says, her red painted lips curving up in a smile as she gestures at my Citrus coloured dress. “I’m Dnaria.” “Lessy.” “Lessy,” she repeats, parting her lips a little while her gaze drops to my mouth. “Do you always bite your lip when you want to be wanted?” Instantly I stop biting my lips, touching them slightly with my right index finger instead.

Lyessa snorts with rage, blocking my path before my boots can even reach the alpha seating area. "Well, well, isn't this the great Lady Blackwynd? Dressed like a common rogue today—I almost didn't smell your presence!" Lyessa barks with thick sarcasm. "Oh, thank you for the compliment, Lyessa Thornbriar! But honestly, my simple fur could never outshine the cheap, gaudy pelts your camp is wearing tonight," my mouth replies with total humility, making a nearby delta warrior snort with loud laughter.

“Is she weakening?” Aria swallowed. “Yes, my lady. Luna is pale and tired. Just as you wanted.” “Good.” Lesley’s smile curled, slow and dark. “We only need her to stall for time, to give the Elders doubt before the ceremony. If they lose faith, Ryder will be forced to delay. That is all I require.” “But the Queen—” Aria started, but Lesley cut her off with a sharp glance. “Forget the Queen" she replied sharply

“This place is ancient.” “Older than even the Lycans,” Theryon confirmed. “Before Silver More was raised. Before the first howl echoed in the dark.” A woman met them at the inner court. She wore robes made of moonlight and had silver strands in her dark black hair. Her eyes looked hazy, but her presence was strong. When she talked, her voice sounded like it was coming from more than one person. “I am Lyessa, Flame of the Ninth Council. You have come seeking the Selen Stone.”

Norm was a little surprised to hear Chase speaking in such a gentle way. Selmer and Helena were surprised as well. They wondered if Gina was Chase's type. However, none of them voiced it out loud. Chase's sudden change of tone was a stark contrast to his previous gruff and tough manner. All of them looked at Gina. She was the second-best elite in the Light Divine Holy Land. Gina was tall and slender with fair skin. She had a head of beautiful hair and was very good-looking. For some reason, her cheeks flushed, and she looked a little shy. She was also… sleepy?

Holding me down by my neck she said. “I am not betraying Lucas! I’m trying to protect him from people like you, don’t ever think of talking to your Luna like this ever again or there’ll be consequences!” The she left I contemplated following her but decided to lick my wounds. Why was she that strong? How is it possible that she is so strong? And what was that look in her eyes and that aura. I suddenly had a feeling that the person i just confronted wasn't Serena but someone else.

“But before you can become a leader, you have to make it through your shift, eat up, then rest because tonight is going to be a long night.” Marcia looked confused at his words. “I am the White Lycan, " Selene told me when she visited me in my mind. Athena and I will be fully one once I transform next week on my birthday. But I cannot take the throne, I do not even know who I am.”

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.

Her favorite slit up the side with gold shoes and a gold necklace with a moonstone. “My name is Arthur. I am Beta to Lady Lewana from Royal Moon pack. Pure Alpha class. She has fought against hardships we will never understand to become a determined fighter for werewolves' rights. She is passionate about our history and the education of all wolves. Her skill set is in healthcare and is set to become the first wolf with a PhD in medicine. Despite living away from her pack for a while to survive and go to school, she never stopped supporting or guiding the pack. She has remained strong of heart and mind to live up to these morals through adversity. I believe she will be valuable to serving our