Beginning After The End Arthur Novels & Stories

They hoped that from now on, they could live peacefully and happily without anyone else trying to harm them. Thus ends the love story of Athena and Arthur. After weathering every storm and standing firm through every trial, their hearts have finally found their way back to one another. Once broken by sorrow and uncertainty, they are now wrapped in a love so deep that it quiets every fear.

Blood trickled from his mouth as he struggled weakly against Arthur’s grip. “You stole this pack,” Arthur continued, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "And you've led it into ruins." Harden choked, his golden eyes wide with something he never thought he’d feel—fear. Arthur didn’t hesitate. His claws sank into Harden’s throat. A gurgling gasp. A strangled cry. Then—silence. Harden’s body slumped, lifeless beneath him. Arthur exhaled heavily, his breath ragged. His muscles trembled, not with weakness, but with adrenaline-fueled certainty.

"I will be waiting for you tomorrow morning. Drive carefully and safely okay?" "Don't worry about me, my dear," Arthur answered me gently and lovingly. "Just go rest and sleep peacefully now. I will see you tomorrow morning very soon… goodnight Luna… and sweet dreams." "Goodnight Arthur…" After ending the call, I slowly lowered my phone and sat silently on the cold marble floor for a few minutes longer, staring blankly into the dark empty space surrounding me. Everything happened so fast and completely changed within just one single night. Just moments ago, I honestly felt like my whole world had completely crumbled down and destroyed completely, leaving absolutely nothing left inside my lif

She began eating her food without even tasting it. After breakfast, the two said goodbye to Rachel and headed for the capital. On the way, Patricia kept looking at him. He changed his mind so often that she was confused. A strange, lonely feeling came over her, thinking they would truly say goodbye in just a few hours. She sighed softly before asking him. ​ “You’re going to settle things with your wife as well, right?” ​ “No. It’s over between us. Ann and I have broken up,” Arthur stated clearly. ​

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

I looked down at the pebble warming in my palm, but my heart didn't feel a single ripple. The betrayals that once caused me agony seemed so distant and insignificant in this moment. "No need, Arthur." "Those people, those things... they have all completely dissipated with that fire and the fading smoke." I turned around and tightened my grip on Arthur’s warm, solid hand. "Let's go. We still have to catch the opening at the Opera House tonight." The setting sun cast its light on our backs, stretching out two long, overlapping shadows. I didn't look back, and I never would again. (The End)

--- THE LOVERS' NIGHT Arthur found her later on the hill, overlooking the charred sanctuary. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “Yes, you can.” “I’m breaking.” He pulled her into his arms. “Then let me be your glue.” Under the open sky, the two shared their first night—not in lust, but in desperate love. A sacred consummation beneath the stars, with vows unspoken but deeply understood. Whatever was coming—they would face it as one. --- THE BEGINNING OF THE END In the secret chamber of the Council, the final scroll was unsealed.

I could tell he was on edge, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react at the first sign of danger. After what felt like hours of walking, we finally reached a small clearing. Arthur motioned for me to stop, his eyes sweeping the area before he nodded, satisfied that we were alone. “We’ll rest here,” he said, dropping his bag to the ground. “Just for a little while. We need to keep moving before nightfall.” I sank to the ground, my body aching with exhaustion. My mind was still racing, replaying the events of the morning over and over. The way Arthur had fought, the way he had protected me—it was all so surreal.

“You never cry.” “I’ve been crying a lot lately,” I admit with a laugh. Archer tightens his hold on me. “Whatever you do, don’t bring up endangered species.” * “I’m having deja vu.” Archer pushes off the ground, sending the glider back. The heat of the day hasn’t worn off yet, despite it being after dark. The sounds of a country night surround us, and the dogs run and sniff around the yard. “We sat here and talked,” I say, resting my head on Archer’s shoulder. “That night I spilled the drinks on myself at Getaway and you took me home.”

Their jackets were pulled tight against the coastal breeze, two cups of lukewarm coffee resting between them. Sophia nudged his shoulder. “Not bad for a man who claimed he wasn’t built for diplomacy.” He smirked. “Not bad for a woman who solved a decade-long feud with a phone and three sentences.” She gave him a sideways glance. “So what now? You go back to being the rival?” Arthur looked out toward the horizon, the light breaking over the rooftops. “Maybe,” he said softly, “I’m done competing.” Her expression shifted—something curious, something warm—but she didn’t press. Not yet.