Arthur X Shinra Mga Nobela at Kwento

His aura sharpened into something lethal, locking onto the General with the cold precision of a drawn bow. “Heh. I’ll take you up on that offer. Arena?” General Arthur visibly stiffened. His own presence recoiled, as if remembering exactly how unhinged the man before him was—the same lunatic who had dared spar with the Emperor and walked away laughing. Albert was the only one insane enough to challenge a Fenrir for fun. “Tsk. I respect your father and His Majesty, so I’ll let this pass,” Arthur muttered, retreating gracelessly into his seat to salvage what pride he could.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

The thought brought the crumbled knight of midnight to her mind, and she tucked him away in a place reserved for very few, a little corner of her heart right next to Melanie. Tristan had tried to help her, and she had surely killed him. Andrew had settled the sleeping Naomi onto Ruby by the time Elaine finished picking up their few scattered belongings. “Let’s go.” The knight ordered. Andrew followed behind Elaine in the silence of the night, shut up by her very evident hostility. The band moved down a new path, onto a road that looked much like the one they had just left. This dirt road that stretched in front of them led towards the south into the heart of the shadow lands of Artharia. It

Jeremy chirped in taking a slow deep breath. Arthur merely said a word. He has been restless ever since the revelation of his mate. Seeing her up close as she slept after being captured, he thought he could find a reason to accept his fate. Just one enough reason. But the more he thought about it, the more he stared at her face, it only reminded him of the pain his clan had been made to go through from her people and it only enraged him. He had run a search on her with his computer but found nothing on her. Her identity seems to have either been well hidden for some reasons he couldn’t tell or just maybe because she was that irrelevant to her society.

• Happy Ending ===== ARC STATUS ===== Arc 1 - Aris the Soother [In Progress - Almost finished] Astar Levi, the cold and asocial heir of a city-state, comes over to the neighboring city of Concordia to get to know his in-laws before his wedding. However, due to an emergency at work, Levi's fiancée makes her little brother, Cordia Aris, take him around town in her stead.

"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

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

she spat. “I am not a puppet, and I agree with him. Sit down and let’s have mature conversations like adults,” Andrew snapped. She rolled her eyes, sitting down. “You have two hours to get ready,” Ario said, and Arthur walked in. The pillars stood up, walking out. “Wow, what a warm welcome,” he said, watching them. “What are you doing here, son?” Andrew asked. Well, Arthur is the god of war, and his father is Andrew; his mother is a fae, so he is a hybrid.

James finally turns away. The memory shatters again, throwing me forward through layers of planning. Meetings. Orders. Names crossed out. Faces labeled traitor or asset. Every path circles back to the same center. Control. Always control. He does not mourn Ruby. He repurposes her. Turns her death into justification. I see Arthur next. Not weak. Not broken. Just closed off. Holding Aurora as a child, his body angled between her and the world. His love is there. Massive. Quiet. Locked down so tightly it looks like absence from the outside.

Whereas before I had doubted that I could continue, now it was as if I was invincible. "Is that you?" I whispered incredulously, feeling a burst of energy and joy flow through my body. "How are you doing this?" "We are doing this," Arna replied with satisfaction. "And now, we are going to show Arthur who's in charge here!" I didn't need any more convincing. I immediately knew what to do. I lowered my head and charged at Arthur, moving lightning fast. Before Arthur could move a muscle I found myself standing in front of him, swiping my razor-sharp claws across his face. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew he was both in pain and caught by surprise.