Arknights Novels & Stories

“I’m here.” They didn’t speak. They only listened to the slow pulse of the relic breaking, the distant echo of collapse through the bowels of the Fang. Far above, in the sanctuary’s depths, shards of prophecy stumbled into the broken sky. Aryn knelt before a flickering altar, pale rune-lights dancing on her arms. She pressed trembling fingers to a shard of the eclipse gate. “Broken,” she whispered. Lyra knelt beside her. “We can still stitch it with the flame—but not with blood.”

The Price of Power The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a battlefield, the air thick with the scent of blood and the clash of steel. Aria stood at the heart of it, her dagger slick with crimson, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Rollan was cradled in her left arm, his tiny body pressed close, his mark glowing faintly against her skin. Caden fought beside her, his wolf form a blur of black fur and lethal grace, his jaws snapping as he tore through loyalists with brutal efficiency. Elara’s magic crackled in the air, her hands weaving shields of light to protect their small group from the relentless onslaught.

Mikan placed his hand against the activation crystal. “By rule of Osca… open the skies.” The runes flickered, then turned gold. The dome’s center spiraled open like a giant iris revealing the morning sun. Warm air rushed in, followed by the sound of beating wings. The Grenons shifted in formation, swirling downward. Cain removed his cloak and stepped forward. Mikan shot him a warning look. “And try not to start a war.” “No promises,” Cain muttered. He vaulted upward through the opening and shifted mid-air.

It prowled her veins, fierce and hungry, its promise echoing in her mind—vengeance, power, rebirth. You are not done. Rise. Nyxara’s eyes snapped open, violet fire burning beneath her lashes—an untamable inferno that would never be extinguished. Every betrayal flashed before her, each one forging her will into a weapon sharper than any blade. The dreams they’d tried to steal from her twisted into new forms—armor, claws, teeth. The world had crowned her the White Wolf’s heir in secret, but now, awakened by agony and rage, she claimed the title with every beat of her heart.

He’d chosen a good time to introduce her since nobody had started drinking yet and most of them at least looked human. “Everyone here calls me Wrath,” he said softly. “Okay.” She nodded her head. “You don’t have to try and remember everyone’s names, just look at their vests, names and ranks are patched on.” “That makes things easier,” she said and seemed to relax a little. Nitro walked toward him and they grabbed each other in an arm hug. “Hey, Wrath.” “Thanks for letting me bring her here,” Jake said. “Never a problem for you. Club’s going back on lockdown, so now’s a good time to keep her out of sight here.”

Welcome to the New World. I slammed on my brakes as cars ahead began to swerve and crash. My heart hammered against my ribs. Around me, people screamed. Some ran. Others just stared at the glowing blue screens that had appeared in front of them like holographic phones. A translucent panel hovered in my vision, lines of text scrolling rapidly. Name: Aria Kane Level: 1 Class: Pleasure Architect (Unique – Rare) Stats: Strength 5 | Agility 7 | Intelligence 12 | Charisma 15 | Endurance 8

The vision disappeared. A crack opened across the courtyard. Black light poured through it. Kael drew his sword. “Everyone back!” Creatures emerged from the crack. Not Voidborn. Not wolves. Not anything Ariana recognized. They looked like shadows wearing armor. The Guardians moved forward. Aster raised his spear. “Protect the Queen!” The creatures rushed toward them. The courtyard erupted into battle. Ariana watched for only a second before moving. She swung the Balance Blade. A wave of silver and gold tore across the courtyard, pushing several creatures backward.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

I assure him. He nods again and I see determination fill his eyes. A small smile cross my lips as I stand. I turn around to see Aurelia wielding a strange weapon I don’t recognize. It appears to be a very long chain with a curved blade at each end. She swings the chain around and my eyes fly wide as the blades slice through half a dozen guards in a single sweep. “Holy crap,” I murmur. “There are four waves of ground warriors—if they fail then the Arks come!” she shouts to me. “If we can take the warriors out fast enough then we’ll have a few minutes to get out!”

The humongous woman left with a sarcastic laugh together with her men. Ara felt her life coming down. But she's not going to stay still. She approached the most calm of all girls with her. She saw a yawning girl who's casually going to go back to sleep in her bed as if she's done this before. "Hey, can I ask you?" "Argh, same old shit," the girl probably a few years younger than Ara mumbled. "What the hell do you need?" Ara knelt beside the girl's bed. "My name is Ara. Where are we?"