Armin Arlert Novels & Stories

Anyone who didn’t know better would think she belonged at my side. I almost scoffed. “Careful,” Aria said under her breath. “You don’t need another storm of rumors tonight. You already had enough the last time, and they are not going to simply ignore what you did or forget.” “You expect me to care, Aria?” “I expect you to follow protocol, Marcel.” She said, looking me in the eye. I wanted to argue, but chose not to… I knew that she was right. I exhaled slowly and allowed Elara to take her place beside me, but I made sure there was space between us. Not enough to be noticed openly. Enough to be felt.

As he suddenly turned around to step on the stairs, he yelped from the sudden impact of bumping to someone and slipped his foot which fall his butt on the floor. His eyes widened as he saw the familiar tall man tilted his head as he gazed down at him, with his viridian eyes. A tattoo of a dragon in his left arm viewed in the scene as he slowly pulled out his arms in the pockets of his pants. The older Server stepped his feet forward on both sides of Arlert, squatted and later leaned closer to the blonde lad. Arlert glared at him, annoyance emerged from his eyes. The coiffed hairstyle of his honey blonde hair revealed a few lines of wrinkles on the forehead. He drew a smug smile and lifted hi

Arlo was red as he was blushing while everyone else just awed at the look on his face. " Logan I wish you would stop doing that." Arlo whined as his brother shot him a look not to interrupt him. He zipped his mouth shut and continued watching as he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in. His brothers looked exactly alike, with jet black hair and the same color eyes as Arlo. Standing at 6 something, they were all giants compared to Arlo who is only 5'5. His brother Erick chuckled next to him and Arlo shot him a look that had Erick rolling his eyes. Damon, Elijah and Christopher who goes by Chris all pretended like they could care less about what was going on when Arlo knew that deep d

I turned back towards the front of the ship, fumbling to change the clip – BLAM. My left bicep burned like a flare had erupted inside my flesh. I roared in pain and flattened against the wall. Armin appeared just around the corner, thirty feet away, aiming a big-ass rifle with some kind of a scope on it. “Drop it or you’re dead,” he yelled. Shit. “I mean it!” he shouted. I dropped the AR-15 on the deck. He started walking towards me. “Your sidearm – drop that too, and slowly – ”

My comment seems to have snapped Alpha Wyatt out of whatever battle he was in with his son as he looks over at me and gives me a tense smile. “Ashleigh, likewise, I hope you have had a proactive morning,” his eyes flicker behind me to Derek and then back to Zander with a frustrated look. “When someone contacted me saying the Luna knocked out one of my top warriors, I had to come and see what all the fuss was about.” Shit, was it really about that or that I, a woman, joined in with training today.

said the taller of the two officers, “for all his faults, truly acts as the best cavalry commander and judge of advanced scouts we have at our disposal.” Malitus muttered, “Thank you, Ralta, I know who he is.” He turned to the shorter officer on his right and muttered, “A bad end? Are there men dead up there, Quintus?” The officer shrugged and waved at the messenger. The youth nodded again, fast. Malitus sighed loud. “I assigned Arminius to use his men in order to avoid these kinds of problems.” Quintus’ brow furrowed, but his look grew intense. “Arminius is a veteran, even if he’s a mutt German. He’s the best horseman we have and his instincts are better than a hound’s.”

His expression was blank as his charcoal eyes assessed his surroundings. "Well, we tried to help at least before things went sideways. My name is Lir, and I am the Commander and leader of this rebellion. We have come to assist you with the fight against the Dark Queen. And by the looks of it, we have made it in time. If you don't trust my word or Apollo's, you need only ask Nesrin," "Unfortunately, that won't be possible. She had many secrets she could not share with us when she returned," Erik cut in; I could feel his eyes press into me as he paused.

he mumbled. "Sorry, you need to get back before Alpha Darren arrives." "So he's not in his office?" "Right, Alpha Darren isn't here. So instead of wasting your time, you can come next time, I will arrange the schedule. But please understand that because Alpha Darren is very busy, I can't make a meeting this soon." "Damn," Fred swore under his breath. He took a deep breath, "at this rate, I'll wait until he gets back." The secretary put on a sad expression, "unfortunately he probably won't be coming today."

There are no traces of faults in his gestures and mannerisms while he is speaking. The parents of the female youngling are extremely hostile to him, and Athea can't look at him as if she is the guilty one. Despite the hesitation, she refuses the claim at the end and says she was forced and had no intention of accepting him as her guardian male while hiding in the embrace of her mother. I know she is lying, but there is no supporting evidence or witnesses that the male youngling did not break into the female youngling's room, and all the witnesses claim that Arvad was a stalker and was allegedly caught skipping on taking the rut suppressant.

Armin moved forward, his presence commanding as he placed himself between Charles and Alysha. Charles, reading the shift in the air, took a step back, unwilling to directly confront Armin. Neil remained rooted in place, his eyes locked onto Armin’s, unflinching and cold. “I don’t believe there’s a baby girl named Sisi at all,” Armin declared, his voice cutting through the tension. He crossed his arms, his posture defiant, daring Neil to challenge him.