Arknights Story Novels & Stories

“You were dead, this may be the price you have to pay to return. I know it’s not what anyone would want, but I’m sure any of us would accept that cost to return and have a second chance. I know I’d give up anything to come back to my bond and my family.” “I’d give it all up to get back,” Archie agrees without a seconds hesitation and the others all make sounds of agreement. “I’m basically a human, though. I shouldn’t be here,” Knox sighs. “You are exactly where you’re supposed to be. Here with me, with us.” I reach up and touch his face. “I also love humans. My Nanna and my Auntie Freya are both human.” Luke gives Knox a steady nod. “I’ll get back and see what strings we can pull. We’ll buil

They wouldn't argue which story was more truthful than the other. Despite this, Taryn had kept any impulse to throw those tomes out the window at bay, and she had started reading. She read about the legend of the five white knights who, uniting, crushed the Darkness and confined it to another world along with all its evil creatures, waiting to be able to walk in human form on this earth again and when the time came the five knights would be reborn and defeat it forever. She read the legend of the Ucrie, Werod's damned daughters, who have been plotting for thousands of years waiting to awaken their father with the help of the Deorgh.

“You want to know the story?” Aiden gave a sleepy nod. “Yeah.” I exhaled and let my voice drop to a low rhythm, steady and sure. “A long time ago—long before this pack existed, before there were formal titles or borders or Councils—there was a lone wolf who lived near a silver mine.” “Alone?” he whispered.

I am not going to let others go through that. “He has something… something on Zion,” she whispers in defeat. “I’m trying to locate it, but I haven’t been able to.” I frown. “Like what?” I ask. She’s silent before she looks down. “The work against the Arkan, there are recordings of Zion killing several people - Arkan. But they look like any normal people! He said he’d weave the story in such a way that everyone will believe he is not a good person.” I frown as she continues.

“I know that too.” “It’s not something you can ignore.” Her patience snapped slightly. “Kael.” Her voice was sharper now. More dangerous. “Stop telling me things I already know.” A beat passed. Then another. And finally… He spoke. “There are stories,” he said. Arin stilled. “What kind of stories?” “Old ones,” he replied. “Older than the kingdoms that exist now. Older than the wars we fight.” Her pulse quickened. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

That is why I’ve been dragging out these proper-like preliminary remarks. Even so, I couldn’t possibly go any longer. And after I finally begin the story, it could become like a rock rolling down a hill so that it’ll be harder to stop. But to be sure, just in case it turns out that I lack the resolve, allow me to divulge how it ends here in advance. This story is about a boy who ended up in the Imperial Knights Academy. And that’s just the hell’s ending. The chain of events may not be over, and in any case, my responsibility to him will still continue to be a three years-long affair.

“This is deliberate.” Silence settled again, thicker this time. Rin stared at the gouged lines on the wood, feeling the stories rising in the back of her skull like floodwater. Aria is dying at nineteen. Lucian is losing control. The altar. The goddess. Her entire life had been built as the proof that the story ended. Peace, signed in blood. Rin, breathing at the end, the living epilogue. If someone was trying to tear that ending off and write a sequel, they’d start with her. Of course they would.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

I had forgotten how refreshing it could be. They spoke for hours, sharing stories of their peoples, their histories, their hopes for the future. Kieran spoke of the Frozen North, of the challenges his pack faced, of the isolation that had kept them safe but also kept them small. Aria spoke of her journey, of the war she had fought, of the nation she was building. When they finally finished, Kieran knelt before her. My pack pledges loyalty to you, Aria Nightshade. Not because we fear you, but because we believe in what you are building. A future where wolves can be more than they ever thought possible.

“They’re… listening. They’re trying to understand the story. It’s like a puzzle they can’t solve.” “That gives us time,” Arin said, his voice low and practical. He was examining the cave paintings with the focus of a strategist. “But this sanctuary is a bubble. We cannot stay here forever. And they will find a way to pop the bubble.” Sela hugged her knees, staring at the tapestry. The images of Aevon, the Star Cradle, and the Genesis Seed seemed so small and far away. “We gave this world a story, but it’s our story. It’s not theirs. It’s a shield, but not a sword. To truly fight back, this world needs to remember its own story. The one it hid.”