Novel & Cerita End Arcanimus

“Like I said, you know little of everything. This world is a nest for mystery. No matter how you look at it, no matter how you dress it with your so-called advancement, you’ll bring along with you a newly developed supernatural being. You’re not the only one advancing.” Migi tried to open his lips, but thoughts got lost in his tongue. He wanted so much to digest whatever he was blubbering, but they just seem to stay afloat in his consciousness. He couldn’t even hope to grapple one of them. He’d been brought out of reverie when the man’s echoing voice sang in his ears. It brought a different wave of rhythm, more sinister but, at the same time, soothing to the heart. “See you again, Migi. For

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

Arch Garaman sighed, “We are losing so many lives already because of this spreading magic, lives of brave and honorable warriors of your country. We can’t afford to let any more of them die.” “Will you let us help, then?” Lucas asked. “Before I give my answer, I can sense there’s more you want to tell me,” the Archmage said. “Let us hear them now.” Lucas let out a huge breath. “Of course, we have yet to discuss what we’ll get in return. You’re aware of how negotiation works, are you not, Archmage?” “I’m listening.” “I have not forgotten it was the Archmages from Galadhor who injected a kind of anti-alar inside my chest… and I’m expecting you knew what it is and how to remove it—”

He just gave her reassurance while blinking his eyes. After a few seconds, they stood up. The older-looking guy stepped forward and greeted Charlotte. “Hey! I am Nicholas.” “Charlotte.” She said while looking into his deep grey eyes. The next thing she hears is Azraiel clearing his throat. “You are Azraiel Michaelson, the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack.” Nicholas speaks with a straight face. Azraiel nods and Charlotte can see how much this guy is bothering him. “We have a lot to talk.” Azraiel says to Nicholas.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

Shackles, renamed “containment.” My mouth tasted of foil. “You built a church out of our dead.” The final key turned. A symbol rose from the dark: a circle of teeth swallowing a crescent. The same brand etched into a cage door. My phone buzzed. Garron: Hall is unstable. Archives compromised. Root user ‘Archivist-Zero’ confirmed. Thorne is a conduit. Elara: Marcus isn’t an architect. He’s the door they used. “Fine,” I said. “Then we knock the house down.”

"Now! Destroy the source!" Elara was already running toward it. She threw her gold-infused dagger straight at the pulsing green light. The blade found its mark. A blinding explosion of green and gold erupted. Alaric let out a high-pitched scream of agony; his puppet-like body began to crack, green light leaking from the fissures. "No... I was... so close..." He stared at Siron with a final look of hatred. "My descendant... you have... destroyed... your own legacy..."

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.