Black Hey Arnold Novels & Stories

"You got drunk again, didn't you? Is that why you got into a fi—" "Spare me the Ted Talk, Ryker" he put up his hand and the smell of alcohol reeked even harder. "You have your way of going about things, and i have mine. You might be older, but you're not the boss of me" he tried standing still, but Arnold could barely even raise his head to look me in the eyes. The brown-haired 6'1 was drunk beyond measure.

"Which reminds me, Young Master, are you planning to visit the black market anytime soon?" Victor merely shrugged. "Why? Ask your assistant." Arnold sighed even more dramatically before pointing toward the unconscious man slumped against the wall. "He went once and nearly came back without his liver instead of bringing me the herbs." Jane couldn't stop herself from glancing at the poor assistant again. For some reason... She wasn't even surprised anymore. As Arnold continued speaking, his eyes slowly drifted toward her. He paused, stars filling his eyes almost immediately. "A human too?" Jane blinked.

trying to adjust his aim, but Owen was already through the door. Behind him, Arnold hits the floor with a heavy sound. He's gasping and wheezing, trying to breathe through the pain and the shock. Blood is pooling beneath him, spreading on the floor. "Help me—" Arnold choked out, one hand reaching toward the door where Owen had just disappeared. He wasn’t actually reaching for Elder Isaiah’s gunmen but for Doctor Owen. Like some part of him still can't believe Doctor Owen pushed him—used him to escape. He still thinks maybe Doctor Owen will come back for him. "Help me—please—"

He blinks, shakes his head as he tries to clear his vision. When he finally does, he looks me in the eyes. His eyes were filled with frustrated tears of rage and fury. “I'll kill you.” He says with ragged breath. I know I should have been scared, but I wasn't. Perhaps it was due to the adrenaline, or maybe due to Hayden's solid presence behind me. Either way, I don’t falter. “I don't think so.” Hayden says from behind me, before he shoots. Just as Arnold was about to pull the trigger. I watch silently, as he stumbles back due to the force of the bullet, and falls off the cliff after losing his balance.

“Please.” Her torn clothes and disheveled appearance must have given away the fight she has survived because in the next moment Arnold found himself lowering on his knees and with gloved hands removed the hairs from her face, exposing the weary look. She tried to scurry away from the warm touch but he cupped her face and stared in her barely open eyes. Soon her orbs roll back and she lost the tight hold on the world. But before the darkness could completely swallow her, Arnold lifted her cold body in his warm chest and looked at her face. It looked ugly under the light of the moon as she was slowly letting go of the threads of life.

His pink dress coat was a sharp and horrible contrast to the blue of his hair yet somehow the guy still found confidence in it. “The biggest threat in the lands, Alpha Darius Hart… the wind speaks of your strength, no?” Arnold said as we met halfway. His strong northern accent didn’t need extra introductions. He had to be the real Arnold of the North.

So please, Ethan, do whatever it takes to keep Hazel safe. I promise to keep you updated on our progress here at the Serene pack. Until then, know that I'm doing everything in my power to find a cure and put an end to this nightmare once and for all. Take care of yourself, and take care of Hazel. Your brother, Arnold." -

Jessica said, fear turning cold in her stomach. Arnold’s face had gone gray. “I didn’t recognize him at first. He looked so young in this picture. But now that I see him every day, the resemblance is impossible to miss.” “How old would he have been back then?” Jessica asked. “Young,” Arnold said. “Barely twenty, maybe. An assistant, or a driver. I never thought much of him at the time.” Christian’s jaw tightened into a hard line. “He’s been inside our house for weeks. Inside every meeting. Every plan we made against Ellison, he heard it first.”

Vera’s eyes flicked subtly toward the ground. Arnold noticed. His expression darkened again. “A distraction…” he muttered. Anna’s heart started pounding. Carden. Arnold bit his lower lip slightly and muttered. “That bastard son of Narvick is here”.

I wiggled my brows at him, grinning so wide that my cheeks felt as if they would split apart, "are you up for the challenge?" The song on the sound doc changed to Be Your Love by Bishop Briggs. My playlist had a set theme with dark love songs. The line in Darkside that reminded me of Gunnar the most was 'The devil is not polite'. Gunnar was the furthest thing from polite. He knew what he wanted and he wasted no time in getting it. It was difficult to even get a sorry out of him for the things he had done, not impossible, just difficult. When I first met him, he reminded me of a toddler having a never-ending temper tantrum but it was the stress he carried daily that caused him to be so moody