Arknights Story Novels & Stories

alpha Brooks asks. I do not think I have any reason to lie to them. “Well alpha, my story is not an easy one, what happened was…” I told them everything but left out the fact that I am royalty and left out how I got here. By the time I finished telling my story Nina was crying. “That is what happened and am only here to start over. To try and find myself.”

The conversations flowed naturally between them, and Aric found himself opening up to Kaida in ways he never had with anyone else – not even Lady Danika, his fiancée. Aric told Kaida about his childhood in the kingdom, of the pressures he had faced as a prince and the expectations that had been placed upon him from a young age. Kaida shared her own story, of growing up as the daughter of a blacksmith and learning the art of the sword from her father. They spoke of their fears and dreams, their triumphs and failures, and the journey they had undertaken to find the Sapphire Crown. As the hours passed, they grew closer still, until it felt as though they had known each other for a lifetime. And

"Eleanor Cross, born 1995, died never. You have been expected since 1923. Come home." The last thing Eleanor saw before the world went dark was the villagers opening the well's ancient cover. The last thing she heard was Margaret Holloway's voice — not a recording, but the real voice, fresh and alive as if no time had passed at all — saying, "Welcome back, sister. The drought is over." --- **Would you like me to:** 1. Continue this story to reach 5,000 words (across multiple replies)? 2. Provide a different genre (academic, business, technical, literary)?

"That’s why we’re heading there. We are Lycan soldiers, Your Majesty." Brigid swallowed. Arianna needed more time in there. ____ Arianna was breaking. Shred by shred, including her sanity. Her trembling fists clenched at her sides, tears building in her silver eyes, burning against her lashes. She didn’t want to believe it. This can’t be... Him... It can’t be. What was she going to tell Rheal? The promise to save his father, no matter what... This... this isn’t real. Not real.

* Aiden blinked away his awe, whispering softly, "Mom, look... they're entirely real..." "They were real, little prince," Orion corrected softly from behind, bowing his head in deep historical reverence. "A long, long time ago. The grand spirit of Arcturus looked directly at Killian, his gaze piercing. "For centuries upon centuries... my glorious story has been told by the survivors of the war." He shifted his sorrowful gaze toward the empty plinth where Noctis's memory should have been honored. "But my beloved brother's story has been entirely omitted."

a deep, familiar voice says, and I slip into darkness. "Pack wolves, retreat!" I think I hear someone shout. Kian's Pov I have lost my mate. Nara is gone. I feel something wet touch my cheeks and realize it's tears. Josiah's people took her. Everything happened so fast. I was fighting the rogues, killing them as they came in a large number, and she was locked in the car, but that fucker Lorenzo appeared on the scene and opened the door, and someone took her just a second before my warriors arrived.

Whatever was on the other side of that answer was already forming and the phone had cut it off like it was convenient. There was something nobody was telling me. I could feel the shape of it. A gap in the middle of everything, something that all the answers were bending around without touching. Arianna's story didn't quite hold. Viktor's loyalty didn't quite make sense for a man who had done what he'd done. And the Rafael Moreno line — I had pulled on that thread enough times to know it was attached to something that didn't match the story. I just didn't have it yet, but I would.

Let me take you to the history, I mean that time when Ard was not united. Before the appearance of the first king. Because the last time we had a good ending. Ending that every narrator loves and every reader hates. Suspense and a question, so I thought you need a rest from that and I brought you this new arc in which I'll tell you every detail of Ard's beautiful landscapes and the mysteries of its people. I have been here in the Ard from even before the beginning of time and I witnessed every single thing. I know more than any ardian. I am like air, it's everywhere. I am the narrator, you see me here and I'm nowhere.

* *FLASHBACK* * (Zarnak's voice over) "...It was a long time ago, two thousand years back, I was once a little dragon who dwelled in the dragon’s kingdom. My clan kept the dagger safe and guarded it with their lives, I had a brother who was very cunning and wicked because he was the only one who wielded the dragon’s powers, but didn’t have the ability to transform into a dragon. He went down the wrong path and sold our secret to Therak, Therak ambushed us and stole the dagger..." "I escaped only with my father and we lost everyone to the fight, my father knew he had to take back the dagger or else Therak would unleash the demons of Debini so he put up a great fight with Therak even when he k

I look at Arkyn laying in the middle of the water and starting to stir; today, he turns five years old and will awaken once more. He looks just like Fenriz, but my Asian features are prominent as well, especially the shape of his eyes. I've allowed his hair to grow out too, just like his father's. The last few years have been hell but worth it in the end. This morning Hikari climbed the snowy mountain, and when she put her hands on Arkyn, a bright smile spread over her face.