Arshi Novels & Stories

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

Fuck, why was I having an erection? Well, we came out of the room and were walking on the streets. Have I told you my name? No? Oh, I am really sorry. My name is Arsh. Not a common name, but this name is what my father gave me. I was the same age as Subham, am better looking and I did not suffer from premature balding either. I am a good-looking guy; you know. I have short silky black hair, beard, yellow skin and I also have a toned body. But who looked at all these? They only wanted money which I didn't have.

Aishwarya asked in frustration. "Oh, his name is Digvijay Singh, he is a tough cookie. But don't worry, I am sure we can do something. I will ask other lads I know to give assistance to Rana if required." Balram assured her. Aishwarya nodded thankfully and left for her home, deep in thought.

🌹 Who I Choose (Part 2)🌹 An India love action story.... 🎤🎤 ....People, some will fly beyond the stars. People, some will fall.... 🎤🎤 🖋️ Writer Pov 🖊️ Ashwini couldn't help but snort loudly at Arjun's useless possessive tone. She would love to see Arjun take Rohit down. A 5'9 ft Arjun against a 6'3 ft Rohit, not to include Rohit impressive muscles, Arjun really has a death wish.

"Such an honour to meet you, Athena. My name is Malcolm." ***

Thought Prithvi in washroom. "Who is he?? Is he my sid? No thats impossible, my sid had died and me as per her killed him... he is just like him. Nothing more. Moreover he is my boss".Nithya wiped her tears. Prithvi rerurned back. "So welcome to AR, akash had said you are my new PA. " he said and looking at her " yes sir, i am Nithya kumari gupta" she said.

Paheli said She knows what to say so that he will be happy. Darsh smiled at her, feeling happy hearing her reply. " I came here with good news for you. I'm sure you will be happy to know it. "Darsh said " what good news maharaja? "paheli asked him " Agastya is coming back after 5 days. And he has finished his training so he won't go anywhere. He will be with you like old times. "Darsh said and paheli did a really good job in hiding her smile that want to grace her lips badly

Malcolm smiled, “for the record, it is Malcolm and not sir. You can call me Malcolm” Nodding her head in confusion, aura spoke up, “Do you want to be my friend?” She asked. “It is me wanting to say I am sorry for treating you badly since you came into our lives, you just wanted to help Liam and I ended up scolding you for everything” “Hmm”she nodded and kept quiet, they both kept staring at each other for what seemed like ages until she felt a hand on her arm and that was when she jolted out of her reverie. Malcolm was talking about the tattoo on her upper arm and she zoned out.