Beginning After The End Arthur Novels & Stories

“These are the wolves that confessed themselves as traitors as far as I’m concerned. If this war did anything at all, it sorted the bad unloyal wolves from the good ones,” I think about what Arthur is saying. Part of me attributes his attitude to his cold up brining, but maybe he has a point. Or maybe the war has hardened me too. “I think this is a new start, Little Wolf” Arthur adds more gently. A cool breeze passes between us and beyond the stench of rotting flesh is the hinted aroma of leaves beginning ready to fall. I let out a deep breath. “I’d like to experience an ending before any new things start,” I add mostly jokingly. I think back on the events that occurred over the last several

The perfect silence is broken. The balance is now imperfect. The draft dies down. The leaves settle. But everything has changed. Arthur has stopped cutting his meat. His knife is poised in mid-air. He’s staring at the now-still plant. I look at my son. He gives me a small, unrepentant shrug. The game is on again.

it's a start of something big. THE END.

"The Audit is public. The people have their signatures back." ​"The people have paper, Aara," Arthur said, finally turning to face us. He looked older, his eyes sunken but burning with a frantic, messianic light. "Paper rots. Paper burns. Paper is a temporary comfort for a temporary species. I am building a Permanent Narrative."

Chapter 60 Sarah woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched her arms and yawned, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. It had been a long and difficult journey, but finally, she could breathe a sigh of relief. Arthur was back behind bars, serving a life sentence for his crimes. Sarah had hoped for a harsher punishment, but at least she no longer had to worry about his presence in her life. With Arthur locked away, Sarah felt a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced in years. She could finally start to rebuild her life, free from the fear and anxiety that had haunted her for so long.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" Arthur's grin was the last thing visible before the screen went dark.

Arthur gently pulled me into his arms and murmured, "Be good. I'll come back once the hunt is over." I blinked, trying my best to hold back my tears. "Okay… You can go," I mumbled. Arthur tried to cheer me up for a long time. He tried to kiss me right before he left, but I turned my head away. He let out a helpless laugh, assuming that I was just throwing a tantrum. He didn't hesitate when he turned around and left. He shifted into a massive, black wolf and disappeared into the night. The moment Arthur left, I swiftly shifted as well and chased after him, following his scent. I sprinted over 40 miles without resting before finally stopping a short distance away from a house that was hidden d

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

Arthur approached her and stood behind her. “Now, I’m going to need you to close your eyes.” He uttered, and Aurora rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Again?” She asked, looking at him from above her shoulder. “Again,” Arthur answered. She closed her eyes, and Arthur went ahead to cover her eyes with his hands before they began to walk. They walked for a few minutes, and then they stopped. He moved his hands from her eyes and stepped aside. “Open your eyes.” Aurora slowly opened her eyes, and as soon as she saw what was in front of her, her jaw dropped and her eyes popped wide open.

The car then began moving. Arthur nursed his wound, asking weakly, "Who is the Abel that Holly talks about?"