Arknights Story Novels & Stories

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.”

"What happened to Akira?" Luna's demeanor shifted slightly, a tinge of regret shading her voice. "She always told me that my parents perished during a brutal war within our pack," she revealed, her tone laden with sorrow. Aria’s ears perked up, concern flickering in her eyes. "A war within your pack?" she echoed, leaning in closer, drawn by her friend’s tragic history. "Do you know any of the details?" Luna shook her head slowly, the shadow of loss clouding her features. "The specifics were never fully shared with me. Akira only mentioned that the fighting was fierce and that my parents were tragically caught in the crossfire of a conflict that tore our pack apart."

"A rogue. It was self-defense, but she used a silver bullet, which made us suspicious. When she started shifting, we knew the truth. Aiden sent her away." "Oh." I nodded, feeling awkward. This should be Daphney’s story to tell, not mine. "This pack has made a lot of mistakes," Kehlani said, her voice distant. But then she suddenly perked up. "Oh, look at the time! Let’s head back." ---

Another said and Most giggled while others clapped in excitement climbing up their bulks With the ladders attached to them. "Alright! Everyone, take your seats wherever you find space in the bunks." I commanded and they all did, taking their position in the different bunks that surrounded me. Two little ones climbed into my arms before I began telling them my story. I know that Edward propagated the wrong story but I now have the opportunity to speak the truth and tell stories of a different time. After they bombarded me with questions when I told them the true story of the Lycan heritage, they forced me to tell them another story, yet unsatisfied, so I decided to tell them about me and Eva

Ahren breathed out a laugh as he summarized everything I had told him. We'd been riding for about three hours, and somehow Ahren had made me tell him the story of how I'd gotten here—the story matching the one I'd told Torin and the parts Dearon had heard from me before. Dearon, Torin, Rafe, and Nazo continued their quite awkward silent treatment, but thanks to Ahren, it no longer bothered me. “Only for two weeks,” I said. “It's not that I'm joining the Moon Shadow Pack or something.”

When Aria awoke, the stars were fading, the first golden strands of dawn breaking over the hills. She rose, dressed in battle leathers, and stepped out into the courtyard. The pack had assembled — warriors, mystics, and scouts alike — a sea of loyalty and resolve. Kael stood at the front, his golden eyes brighter than ever. She joined him, her voice strong as she spoke to them all. “This is the dawn of reckoning,” she said. “Not just for us, but for every wolf who has lived in the shadow of a lie. Today, we reclaim our story.”

"...it's finally found its way home." --- As dawn slowly painted the horizon with shades of gold, Ariana climbed onto a large stone overlooking the growing caravan. Hundreds of frightened people looked toward her. Some knew who she was. Others didn't. They only saw a young woman carrying a glowing silver sword. Ariana drew a slow breath. "My name is Ariana Lunareth." "My family once ruled this kingdom." She looked at the tired faces before her. "But today..." She smiled gently. "...I'm not asking you to follow a Queen."

Drums echo rhythmically through the garden while flames from nearby braziers flicker wildly around them. The performance earns loud applause. After them comes the pack’s general narrator, an older man with a booming voice and dramatic flair who immediately captures the attention of nearly everyone present. He begins recounting one of the oldest stories in Nightbane history—the tale of how the first Alpha survived the Blood Winter centuries ago when rival packs nearly destroyed the kingdom entirely. The way he speaks draws laughter and admiration in equal measure. Even I find myself completely absorbed by the story despite already knowing parts of it. By the time he finishes, the applause is

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.