Kal'tsit Arknights Novels & Stories

I say to Scarlet "No the honour is mine and knowing that I might not physically be in the fight but will be a huge part in you kicking arse when your in the fight that is fantastic to me." Alpha Nico then speaks "I have agreed as I can't see not just my Beta but a close friend of mine suffer anymore, I'm guessing this second ritual will be very similar to the first one?" Oh crap I thought they knew what they were doing. "Yes it is basically the same, the only thing different will be the symbols that are put down, your will be moonrock, a cannine tooth and a claw and then another item that is important to Keira so the sacrifice will connect to the right person." Arizer replied

His right eye remained human—sharp, amber, and fixed on his Queen with an absolute, terrifying devotion. "Can you run, Commander?" Natalia asked softly. Kael stood up, his seven-foot height throwing a long, jagged shadow across the plaza. He didn't speak—his vocal cords were partially fused with the crystalline bone of his jaw—but he raised his white-hot obsidian arm and slammed it against his chest plate in a brutal, militaristic salute that sent a shower of sparks across the marble.

The beasts screeched, having wide demon wings and deadly talons. Arth extended one hand forward and called for his weapon. His palm released thousands of alar, like blue ribbons, all circling him, then they all gathered to form his blade; Frostcalibur. Coldness dominated against the hot air, so cold that he saw Elicantris wince at its chill. Arth took hold of Frostcalibur’s hilt and prepared to launch. The plan seemed more difficult to achieve, now that Arth was facing the terrifying army. But he had to do it, and he’d give out his all for this.

Even the roof was blown away from the impact. I looked at the sky, and I could see lightning strike at intervals. Getting on my feet, I wiped off the blood trailing down my forehead to my eyes and used Rian’s vision to look closer. Kaltain was on what looked like a dark pegasus with his dark sword and pitch black armour all around his body and his hellhounds. All of them attacked Zeve together at such a speed so fast that it was difficult for me to keep track of the two. They were faster than the sparks that were being emitted when their swords clashed against one another.

"Pihh..that's enough talk...if you guys don't really want to hand over Randu...I'll make you like dried meat salted for years...maybe some hungry tigers pass by...and they can eat your meat later …Hehehe." Dame is ready with his sword, and Argo with his dagger too. They are very sure that they will fight… even though I don't know what will be the end result… they will fight. The fire of their anger made all fear disappear… not even moving at all, Kalas gave off a light shaped like a tentacle.. and the tentacles are entangled and touch everything around him. Every time the tips of the tentacles hit objects or plants…everything exploded and caught fire.

"That's a lot." "No more than your standard military base." Kal shrugged, glancing up when he saw movement in the corner of his eye. "Ah! Just who I was looking for. Emma, meet my friends Sid and Jag." Camille glanced in the direction that Kal was motioning, her whole body freezing as her heart kept into her throat. Walking towards her, dressed in matching black Draygonian military uniform, were two giant adonises. One she recognised immediately as the man she had seen the night before. His eyes flashed magnificently like excited flames. He had been a sight behold in the poor lighting of the grounds at night but now his high cheekbones and sharp jaw were fully exposed by the sunlight for eve

He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

snapped her hand in front of my face trying to gain my attention. I took a glance at her and immediately narrowed my head. "I was just studying" I replied in a low tone. "What the hell don't you know that this is our place Fuck off" she said in a pissed off tone. Her voice sent shivers to my body. I didn't know what to do and and I was stuck at my place like a statue my voice dried up in my throat and I couldn't speak. I had faced situations like this many times and everytime it ended up in me getting bullied. "What the heck are you waiting for" the girl shouted again getting me scared again. I closed my eyes getting ready for the worst to come when suddenly I heard his voice.... "Calm down

he growled. Frustrated the Dark knights also yelled back “That happiness on your face is not going to stay for long, our master is back and he will end you traitors. Don’t think just because it was your ancestor were the one to leave his side and join Zenobia during the war he will spare you…” …. In the Kingdom of Asterin… The barrier above was barely holding and the warriors had formed a ring of divine fire around the capital, holding Kal’s army back, for now.

Through Keiran, still on his knees, the black scale pendant at his chest barely visible beneath the ash and torn fabric. I did not look away from the heavy man. Calista laughed. It was a sharp, ugly sound. “You think names frighten us?” Calista mocked. “You are no match for Lucian’s people.” Her eyes slid to Ronan and then to me, full of that old arrogance she had always worn like holy truth. “You and what army?” Calista asked.