Last Arc Novelas e Histórias

It was a miracle that she woke up at all. Tony stared at Rain with love and admiration. He had just witnessed her resurrection from the dead. Not only was she alive, she was now the new Legendary Ultima Alpha. Somehow, Tony knew that their lives were about to change. Rain would be the person that would cause these changes to take place. Tony silently swore to himself that he would always remain by her side. He had always known that Rain was special, but he could finally admit to himself that he was deeply in love with her. He lost her once, but he would make sure he never lost her again.

Just connected. In breaths. In sync. When they finally lay tangled in the sheets, his thumb traced the curve of her hip. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to,” she whispered back. In a private conference room, Elias laid out a rough sketch of the network that had nearly destroyed Camellia. “They were called The Fifth Arc. Disbanded after Cassandra, but fragments survived. Their job wasn’t just surveillance. It was manipulation. Ethical steering through code.”

He was sure he had made a mistake with that woman. "Sir we already got rid of the first target there are ten more to go...all my men are perfectly placed, we are just waiting for your orders." Marcus indicates to me as he looks me straight in the eyes. I am wiping the blood that had splattered on my neck and face. "Start from today, the faster we start the better" I clarify as I cross my arms. After finishing that I go to the mansion to rest, I had released my killer instinct slightly and needed to calm down away from the others.

One day, Arsenio suddenly looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, "Tonight, I'm taking you to see the aurora." I froze for a second, then quickly came to my senses. Medhel was located in the mid-latitude. How could they possibly see an aurora here? I looked at him in confusion, my eyes full of questions. But Arsenio only smiled, his eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. "You'll see when we get there." - Night fell. Arsenio took my hand and led me to an open field. It was incredibly quiet around us, with only the occasional sounds of insects coming from the distance. I looked around curiously, still trying to figure out what exactly he was up to in my mind.

Preston walked lazily to the chair beside the sofa and sat down, "Well there is something on fire in the underworld... and everyone is dying for it." "What's that?" Kennard opened his eyes. "ARCER... A device that can make a falling gang revive. Right now everyone wants it to use against us... after all, we are the most powerful currently so to beat us...." Preston reports him. "Then let’s take their last hope down by making that ARCER ours..." Kennard smirked playfully, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah yeah... but there is a problem." Preston's sentence made Kennard groan and look at him frowning in annoyance and curiosity.

One of my legs did not want to work, but I made it move. I charged at Cassian with my sword in both hands. I swung it wildly trying to keep him back. He did not give me any space. He caught my wristband took the sword away from me. I stumbled, half-blind from the pain. I was still alive. I was still dangerous. I found the sunburst charge in my belt. It was my last resort, it was made from magnesium and silver dust making it enough to cook a vampire's eyes. I slapped it to the floor between us.

I asked, looking for one final piece of evidence. Alaric's jaw tightened then he rose, his eyes squinted as he looked at me. "Arcana Hills."

He answered confidently. "Your answers are too long Enrique." I said. "Yah! I slowly learned how to answer long, how to answer in paragraph way and not only a phrases." He said. "The last question my dear, what's the last question?" I asked. "The last question is, 'If today is Valentines Day, who will you bring into a date?' Hmm. You. Katie. Because why do I need to find someone else. You are just infront me." He answered gladly.

The Ties That Burn. The rain over London was relentless, like the sky itself could sense something dreadful stirring beneath the calm. Inside the deepest wing of Grant Tower’s sub-basement, rows of black servers blinked in rhythmic sequence, the pulse of a ghost no one could trace. Argos had been born. Aria stood at the central command module, her reflection flickering against the glass interface. Her eyes, once sharp with vengeance, were now wired with unrelenting focus.

I swallowed. "But something came out." Neither of us spoke because we both knew he was right. Something had been released. Something powerful enough to attack Oakridge, something that might have been connected to the ancient magic Valerie had told me about. The last Arcane. The Voidborn. The two words suddenly felt connected in a way I couldn't explain, I remembered the books I had once read about the ancient world. The First Arcane had been powerful, the Voidborn had been dangerous and now I was apparently the last Arcane alive. My stomach twisted.