Hey Arnold Figures Novels & Stories

"Under normal circumstances, if we were to fight to this extent, I would have already admitted defeat. Your strength is truly greater than mine, but this time, it won't do. I'll force my way over to protect Her Ladyship. Brat, you gotta brace yourself. Because I'm going to take this seriously," Arnold the giant warned. The next moment, his colossal body suddenly began to shake gently, and then a series of thunderous sounds came out of his body. He raised his left arm, held his left arm with his right hand as large as a cattail leaf fan, and shouted softly, "Tiger!"

Then a voice—smooth, familiar, and cruel. “Well, well, well,” the voice said. “A prodigal son who went astray, yet still chooses to fight his father—forgetting where he came from.” Fred’s jaw clenched. “Arnold,” he said coldly. A low chuckle followed. “Ah. Seems I’ve taken permanent residence in your head.” “What do you want?” Fred asked. “Good question,” Arnold replied calmly. “You have what I want.” Fred scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

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.

However, the two of us were taken aback upon seeing a dashing figure pass by us. It was Ari. I instinctively shoved the tonic I was holding at Lowell to follow Ari, but she was too fast. Lowell managed to catch up to me, being agile since he is a wolf. We followed Ari, trying to call her name. She didn't look back and went straight to the hall. We saw how Macan tried to keep tackling everyone, including Ari, before he started to vomit blood after eating the flower that Tora was holding. I was stunned because my chest hurt due to Ari's unstable emotions.

My assistant's voice interrupted my thoughts. I frowned and turned around, only to freeze in place. It was Arnold. He wore a neatly tailored suit, his handsome face showing traces of exhaustion, but his eyes burned with intense emotion. For a moment, I was in a daze. I didn't understand why he was here. "Juniper, I finally found you!" Arnold walked quickly toward me, an excited smile on his face. I instinctively took a step back, a strange feeling welling up inside me. "Arnold, what are you doing here?"

Arnold's POV We all halted when a figure slowly emerged from one of the buildings. Standing in front of us all was Tristan. He stood still and was just staring at us in silence. “So, you have finally come to die, Arnold?” Tristan said menacingly. I stared at him, with great urge to just tear him to tiny pieces and feed the parts to wild animals. Tristan's facial expression suddenly changed. He seemed to notice something odd amongst us. “Wayne? What is going on here? You should be in the Blue moon pack.” He said feebly.

I took my jolly time, staring and re-staring at myself in the mirror plenty of times. Arthur came and knocked. “Wait outside...” I said in a sing-song tone and continued to stare prettily at myself in the mirror. When he wouldn’t have it anymore he barged in. “I think that’s enough dressing now. Let’s leave, my people are waiting.” “Well, fine.” I snapped and stood up. I turned towards him and I swear I couldn’t recognize the person before me. All I saw was a man in a tuxedo, looking smoking hot! Hair fresh and smooth looking I bet it would probably smell as it looked. Up to six feet tall! Like the men in the movies in the human world!

Chapter Sixty-Four. Third Person’s POV. Arnold son of Ren, father of Dorothy, was an experience tribe warrior from the southern side of the continent. He was a proud warrior of their tribe, a tribe who values their strength more than anything. Arnold who was in the state of adrenaline, lifted his empty hand and brush his head. "HAHAHAHHAHA" Matapos tumawa ng isang minuto, tuluyang napigilan ni Arnold ang kanyang pagtawa. Itinaas niya ang kanang kamay at bahagyang pinunasan ang mga luhang namumuo sa kanyang mga mata.

For Luna Lorraine. Because I didn’t want to worry them. But seeing their faces… their concern… only made it harder. I couldn’t carry it anymore. Everything broke at once. A sob slipped out before I could stop it. Then another. My shoulders shook. I hated this. Hated how weak I felt. “Gosh…” Arnold muttered, running a hand through his hair. He looked completely out of place. Like this was the last thing he expected. “I don’t know what to do with you,” he said under his breath.

Arnold let out a quiet snort. “He moved faster than I expected. I thought it'd take at least a little longer. “Arnold, do you know what kind of person he really is?” Confusion crept into Lisa's voice. She couldn't understand why Arnold sounded so unsurprised. “Of course I do.” Now that he had left the Walton family behind, Arnold saw no reason to keep making excuses for the man. “To be honest, his character isn't particularly good. He's smooth-talking, opportunistic, and far too good at telling people what they want to hear.