Arknights Story Novels & Stories

There was a longer pause between them. "Anyway. I don’t know how much of that stuff is real. My world’s been Earth Pack my whole life. Alpha Elijah, working to become a formidable warrior, your arrival, the stolen Grimoire… that’s all the drama I know. That’s real." Larkin said Rhiannon tried to dig deeper into everything, thinking aloud, "But what if the stories were more than stories? What if we’ve been living in the shadow of someone else's curse?" "Then I’d say someone better find a way to end it. Or it ends them,"

Then Kael stepped forward and extended his hand. "Welcome home, Your Highness." Kieran looked at the offered hand. Then clasped it firmly. "Thank you." It wasn't merely a greeting. It was the beginning of peace between kingdoms separated by a thousand years of lies. That evening, beneath a sky filled with countless stars, a great gathering was held at the foot of the mountain. The story of Blackthorn was finally told. Not as a legend. Not as a warning. But as truth. The names of King Aldric, Queen Selene, Kieran, Lysandra, Commander Elara, the Guardians, and every soul who had sacrificed for the world were spoken aloud.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

With high losses and a global realization that the consequences would have easily been higher, the repercussions of the Arthur Tragedy are still felt to this day. The Snake Crest objectives are to bring war into the world once more. Acheval, Barro, and Kathyrn become after that event because of their achievement during the war. Riche is unfit to become the next heir so she wanted to serve the country she loves by uncovering the Snake Crest whereabouts and plans. There's a mole in the Knight's rank that's why she has trust issues and doesn't report the finding of the sparkle bombs to them. -Inside the Outlaws cave-

It was only when a descendant of Emperor Yuan, who also ruled the Arkin Kingdom several decades after his passing, happened to encounter someone from outside the Arkin Kingdom and taught him how to cultivate that they managed to know about the existence of cultivation and stuff related into it like the spiritual energy in their surroundings. Back to the reality, Naomi was engrossed in reading the book that contained the history of Arkin Kingdom. Since she was done reading the novel she got from the library, she randomly picked up another book and the book that she have picked was a history book. At first, she thought that since it was about history, it would be boring but as she flipped the

If you’re angry, I understand. If you’re already thinking about Book Two—good. Because while Adrian and Isora’s journey has reached its end, their legacy has only just begun. There is still another story waiting to be told. A story born from everything they fought for. A story carried in the blood of a child who has yet to understand the weight of the name he carries. And trust me… His story will be worth the wait. But that’s a story for another time. For now—sleep well, my dark little wolves.

“You don't like it? This is my house. I'm free to wear whatever I want.” She leaned back against the sofa. “Didn't you say you wanted to talk business?” Her gaze sharpened. “So, what did Ravian do this time?” Arka sat down in the single chair across from her. He briefly glanced at the dangerous sight before him before looking away. In a few concise words, he recounted what had happened at Night Crown. About the attackers, how he had forced one of them to confess. And the name that had surfaced behind it all. Keira's expression gradually changed. The provocation on her face disappeared, replaced by seriousness. Her fingers unconsciously played with the lace of her nightgown.

~Akara No one spoke the entire way down the mountain. By the time we made it back down to the Inn, we were all equally exhausted, and rattled after what happened with the Snow Demon. Nakoa nodded at us once we stepped inside, before slipping into her room. I don’t stop her, knowing she needs some time to decompress and come to terms with the fact that she nearly became a victim to an ancient Tani. With legs like lead, I drag myself into my room, collapsing into the chair next to the bed. Marek lingers at the doorway. When Ms Grier sees him, she’s going to be in for a surprise.

she spun around with a smile. "Every wolf here has a sad story about being raped, abused, stolen from their true lives, grieving over lost one who was murdered before them, and many more but Arkane has the saddest story. His painful stories are written under his apparel like words in a book only a language he and his oppressor can understand," Jane's green eyes stared into mine sadly. Arkane returned. Jane and I attention went to him. He was soaked in the rain. I watched Jane as she ran to him.

Arkyn’s eyes burn with fury as he glares at me, his jaw clenched so tight I can hear the grinding of his teeth. “Explain?” he growls. “There’s nothing to explain. He’s the fucking reason Legion nearly killed people the other night!” “I didn’t have a choice,” I say, my voice shaky but steady enough to be heard. “I swear to Goddess, Arkyn, I didn’t want any of this.” Arkyn’s lip curls, but he doesn’t take another swing. “So now you’re the victim?” he spits. “You’ve been working with those witches, Zane. You’ve been running these fights.”