Arknights Story Novels & Stories

Sira and Ira were also witnessing the scene in the water. "Get up!" she commanded just like how her father, commanded his subjects. Katrina got up at once. "Arianna, your real name is Ariya and you are a princess of the white wolves pack!" Jon started which made Princess Ariya stare at him. She blinked her eyes as she wiggled her legs that were hanging on the edge of the bench. "When you came to us it was in the middle of the night and you were shining like a star. Your eyes were bluish-purple and your hair was candy corn. These tiara and the pendant were inside of this gold linen!"

the man said loudly. I'm right. A bloody man stopped in front of me, with a large wound in his neck and a stab wound to the chest. Even so, the man still looks strong. I held my breath as I looked at him and the strange creatures behind him. This is a group of men who look different. It has large horns, they are naked, their skin is red, and saliva drips from their large mouths with large teeth. Is t-that… W-What?! N-No way!

He rolled his eyes, then said, “They won't get that chance. I am not your Knight captain for nothing but go ahead. I can tell you are eager to tell our story of hate turned to... whatever in the Underworld you want to call our relationship.” At Vaughan's words, Fenryn's face once more lit up light like a child with a new pet puppy. He nodded, and then casually sat down on the edge of the bed next to Vaughan. “I shall have to tell the whole story then.” He said, making himself comfortable.

Anika’s PoV I am scared of Arjun. Arjun threw me out of our bedroom yesterday night and I was left to take up the room near the swimming pool. He was clearly not in a mood to listen to me talk or neither did I try to explain as I was too shocked to know that he knows about Arun. How did he know that? Did he go behind me to check on me? Arun is a nobody. Everything was over between us and that is why I didn't want to bring him up. I thought I would start a new life with Arjun. Once I realized my love for him, I clearly knew that the feeling I had for Arun was not love at all. I thought Arun was irrelevant to my life, until now.

“I’m sorry Lycan. I’m not working for anyone. We only lied because we do not like Princess Daciana.” Arnou’s wolf growled and I could feel the pack members hold their breath in silence. “You lied to me in my court in front of my people. I brought you out to give you a second chance and you have the effrontery to lie again. There are things worse than death, if you don’t speak up at this moment I have ways of making you talk. Now let’s try this again, what do you know about this issue?” Arnou yelled at the maids.

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.”