Croissant Arknights Novels & Stories

Heat already kissed the wind. Ceres stood on the high balcony, wrapped in a cloak of fire-threaded silk. She watched Xavier ride out, his armour glowing like a fading star. Then—movement. The flames near the balcony suddenly twisted into shape: a broken crown within a fire circle. Her breath caught. A hawk crashed onto the balcony stone, its feathers still smoking. She rushed forward and untied the scroll lashed to its leg. The paper was scorched. Arion's crest was smeared in blood.

The Central Empire's military is equal to ours, and they may take the opportunity to attack us by the sea! Riche - Wait a sec! Why are you bringing the Central Empire into this?! I mean, my sister... Ramius - The first princess of the Kingdom of Eden, Princess Croix. Shortly after the Arthur Tragedy, she was engaged to the prince of Central. Rochefort - Regardless of the princess's engagement, we have no reason to trust them. Consider that could only have gotten all those sparkle bombs by making a deal with another country. Riche - If we recruit more Knights for that purpose, we'll only create more enemies!

So gone went the spy. Well, it didn't matter if his mission had become a solo tour now; Lord Crostini just had to wait another year to try this all again. Maybe sooner if the cult was right and another Blood Moon was on its way. He adjusted his ring, a simple red cross, and his features began to shift. Until the face finished contorting, and it was just Alaric Crosse sitting down at the easel. Putting finishing touches on the coronation picture— Of himself sitting on the throne.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

"Cathy, honey, what exactly are you doing?" She beamed, gesturing grandly to a plate of... well, I wasn't quite sure what they were. "I'm making croissants! Or at least, I'm attempting to. Did you know they're actually really hard to get right? I think I'm on batch number... seven?" Christian, ever the diplomat, picked up one of the misshapen pastries. "They look... interesting. Very avant-garde." Cathy nodded enthusiastically. "Right? I'm calling them 'Croissants à la Chaos'. Very postmodern, very chic."

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.

She jumped down from the counter and rolled her hair into a messy bun. "You should feel honored I'm cooking. It's something I rarely do." She puffed her chin slightly smug and Arian cocked a brow. "Okay?" He smiled in a daring way. "I'll have croque monsieur, croissants with crème, coq au vin and French toast with..." "...marmalade?" Natalia completed. Arian smiled again and sat on a stool. "Observe the expert.'' She snorted and rolled up her sleeves...

A tunic with gold threads underneath a surcoat having the red lion's face only outlined, the symbol of the Armen kingdom. She takes her eyes off royal clothes she's seeing so close for the first time and gazes at the familiar face. It's the boy she kissed in the woods. Sharp chins and dark black hair are the features she adored are the same as before, but his still eyes and tightened cheeks are the ones she's concerned about now. "Oh my god, Reza? You're the Prince of Armen." She gazes at him in shock. "I am sorry for what I did… I kis,"