Arknights Lupo Novels & Stories

Zackrie hurried to the iron cage with a grim expression. He took off his black cloak and quickly wrapped me up tightly. When Leonard saw members of Silvermoon Pack, his face paled instantly as he was clearly panicked. He turned his head fiercely and glared at me, roaring, "How dare you betray me? You contacted them secretly?"

They stand up in no time to look back at the big creature that blocked the blue sky. "Arayan!" Luna immediately hid behind Arayan when they saw a werewolf. He tried to protect the princess but the werewolf repelled him and grabbed Luna by the clothes to lift her into the air. "Let her go!" Arayan shouted while beating the werewolf on its body. The wolf retaliated with a loud shout, almost sweeping him away with the force of the wind that came out with saliva. "Please, take this sweet and let me go!" Luna presented her food thinking the werewolf would accept it.

The room was large enough to fit over two hundred members and still have enough space to spar without bumping into anyone. “We are going to do things a little different today. As you have all heard I have found someone that will be stepping up as the Luna of the pack. Today she is joining us. We are going back to the basics, so everyone spread out.” As I expected, no one complained as they spread out and got into position. Typically in order for a Luna to be excepted as a Luna, she had to show her skills as a warrior, to prove she could help protect the pack. I just hope Brook has the desire to learn to defend herself, then maybe she will learn quickly.

He is THE guy for the job. “Lucas, you know I only deliver 100% accuracy. This is tested, approved and trustworthy!" Darren lamented yet again. "It can't be, she doesn't look or act like that Lycans had prophesied” i said, backing up my claims. “Her DNA contains wolf blood and we all know Lycans are just old dudes with baseless prophecies, only a few of them are actually true." Darren dropped as I shook with my body frozen in mid-air.

Strange markings adorned its surface, glowing faintly under the moon’s touch. “This,” Fredrick said, turning to face me, “is the Lupa’s Altar.” I stared at the stone, something deep within me stirring. “Lupa’s Altar?” I repeated, stepping closer. He nodded. “Every Luna of this pack has stood here before claiming her place. It’s a tradition, but more than that—it’s a test.” A test. Of course. Everything in this life seemed to be one. I crossed my arms. “And what exactly does this test involve?”

I am smarter. I clicked on the 'receive' icon and a blonde man appeared on the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are not Beta Marcus." He said. I rested on the couch with my laptop on my desk. "Of course. That's because I am the Luna and I am the real dealer and not Marcus. Marcus was just a substitute then." I made him understand. "Oh, you are the Luna. I am sorry your highness." He apologized. "It's fine. I assume you didn't know."

After traveling incognito with the Lycans Arystyn finally started to recognize her surroundings. “ I don’t live far from here” Arystyn announced to Jonah the leader of the group. Jonah was the Beta of his pack and was traveling with a band of young Lunas who were going to be mated with members of Jonah’s pack. The Lunas were a big help with Ari and Zander and all took turns holding and cooing over the tiny infants who were seemingly enjoying all the attention. The oldest of the group was Gina who told Arystyn that she had just celebrated her 25th birthday and was set up to be mated to the Alpha’s son Journey and she was hoping she would have a child of her own soon.

In return, Lex promised her the coveted Luna role and showered her with promises of a world molded to her ambitions. The night air carries whispers of treachery and ambition as the pieces of a dangerous game fall into place. Arlo, an unwitting witness to this dark alliance, finds himself entangled in a web of power dynamics and deceit that ultimately leads to his unexpected rise to the position of Beta. The memory echoes in his mind as he approaches the packland, a place where the consequences of that night still reverberate, shaping the intricate tapestry of their pack's destiny. Arlo, deciding to step into the dangerous game unfolding before him, emerges from his hiding place and approache

“Let it sharpen your senses. Picture the Order—where they are, what they want.” I grit my teeth, the flicker growing, my skin tingling. “It’s… like I’m seeing shadows. The mill—three figures, cloaked. They’re waiting.” Lupa’s voice softens. “Good. That’s the Moon Eyes’ sight. Now move. Strike me.” I lunge, knife flashing, but my body moves faster, instincts guiding me. I’m around her in a blink, blade at her back. “Holy crap,” I gasp.

“Christine Loup, you were born into this pack. Do you accept the responsibility, honor, and role of Luna of the Moon Goddess Pack?” “I do,” Chris says, steady and strong. “We accept you as our Luna,” Selene intones. The pack repeats it in unison. “We accept you as our Luna.” Chris slices her palm and adds her blood to the cup. Then Selene turns to me. “Jared Loup, do you accept the responsibility, honor, and role of Beta?” “I do.” “We accept you as our Beta,” Selene says. The pack echoes her. “We accept you as our Beta.”