Blue Archive Arius Novels & Stories

It exposed what it had been hiding, a bright blue blob-like thing with misty white pattern spiralling within it. Once again Matthew was dazzled by it. “Whoa~” After being mystified by it for a few seconds, Matthew slowly reached for it. Upon touching the blob, he felt as if he was sucked into it. When he came to, he was in a void of space. The void was not all black but it was a misty rainbow realm. He felt as if he was floating. “Matthew, son of Mark. Thirteenth descendant of Draco Blair.” Multiple voices echoed at the same time, welcoming Matthew. A soft blue figure without a face or clothes appeared in front of him. “It is a pleasure to meet you at last.”

Bastian asked curiously, when he saw a different smile on Arsenio's face. "We'll see who has made this mess." Arsenio grinned angrily. He opened the Strongest Mafia System application, then read the notification that had just come in. [New Data] [Name: Hendry] [Age: 40 years old] [Race Type: Human] [Level: Titled Mafia] [Action Points: 100++] [Action Points: 1200++] [Position: Head of Blue Blood Moon Organization] Arsenio knitted one eyebrow. Apparently, the organization was called the Blue Blood Moon. No wonder it was different from the one Around led.

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

“Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…” "It's the last hours before I turn sixteen," I muttered, already shrugging out of my underwear. "I want to … think, I guess? About all the wrong decisions I made this year and how I can do something different next year." Lena nodded. As much as she was personally assigned to me by my Dad, who is the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, Lena was still a friend who understood that sometimes, my feelings were more important than the instructions of the Alpha. “Don’t forget to turn off the candles,” she said as she pulled away. “And I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

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.

The bass thumped like a second heartbeat in his chest. “I don’t know why I let you drag me here,” Arlo muttered, his voice low. Briar took a sip from his glass and smirked. “Because you’ve been obsessing over that Lunaris Lineage deal like a wolf in heat. You needed to blow ff steam.” But tonight, Briar had dragged him into The Den with a cocky grin and a shot glass. “You need this,” his Beta had said. “You’ve been in ‘Alpha business mode’ for too long.”

I was the bug. And then, I saw it. Behind the violet eye, in the deep code of the sky, a new message appeared. It wasn't in gold. It wasn't in violet. It was in a deep, burning crimson. **[ADMIN OVERRIDE: USER 'ARIS VANCE' RE-CONNECTED.]** I froze.

Teddy after teddy lands over the curtain like Sloane’s an unholy lingerie fairy godmother. “Ari,” Sloane calls through in a whisper that’s more command than suggestion, “you’re gonna wear this.” Aria unfolds the first piece: sheer black, delicate embroidery across the bust, with cutouts that could start a fire just by existing. “It’s see-through!” she whispers back, scandalized. “Exactly. It says touch me at your own risk.” She giggles, biting her lip, holding the fabric against her skin in front of the mirror. Her reflection stares back—flushed cheeks, wide eyes, breath catching in her throat. She looks… different. Bold. Dangerous.

It was a jagged, necrotic purple—the color of the 14-B virus. "The Admin... has been... updated... Aria..." the floor... is... no longer... yours..."