Monarch Arcadia Novels & Stories

Father told me, and I simply nodded my head at him. “There, there. We are about to make our entrance, so be quiet.” Mother said and I held my head up high before I relaxed my shoulders. Sir Bolton our butler cleared his throat and the chattering wolves downstairs all settled down, placing their curious gazes on him. “Presenting the hosts of the evening, the superiors of house Arcadius, the true blood of the Sapphire moon. I present to you, lady Mia Arcadius, and Zion Arcadius the future of house Arcadius, heir and heiress of Melony Arcadius and Zander Arcadius, alpha and Luna of the Sapphire moon pack.” Sir Bolton said as we walked downstairs. Once we reached the bottom of the stairs everyon

He was tempted to run and hide with Lucy, he missed her. Being astonished as they entered into the territory of Arcadia would be a gross understatement. He’d never seen anything like it in his sixteen years! Some of the creatures here were presumed to be extinct long ago. The only way Arcadia would fall was the same way Destiny fell, by betrayal. Apollo didn’t think anyone would be dumb enough to attempt that, as it was prophesized that the Mad Alpha was bestowed with gifts even before her wolf was due to appear, and that she would be a strong force to be reckoned with.

“Master, do you have a secret identity? Like… a detective or something?” Adriana smiled, pulled a red dress from the luggage, and said, “Yes, your master is actually the princess of Monaco.” To be honest, Mona almost believed her. As night fell, the last rays of sunlight gave way to darkness. The western sky was draped in twilight while the eastern horizon glowed with moonlight. On this clear summer night, against a brilliant backdrop, New York City remained as vibrant and prosperous as in the day—bursts of fireworks illuminated the sky, celebrating countless lonely or carefree souls.

A moment later, it hit her—and her jaw almost dropped. Monarch Aviation International. The global aviation services provider that leased and chartered aircraft around the world for the rich and famous. So he wasn't just some millionaire. He was loaded. Not just rich, but billionaire rich. The kind of rich that came with private islands and caviar for breakfast, just because. When she glanced back at Alessandro, she realized he was watching her carefully, noting every shift in her expression. She quickly pulled herself together. Great. Now he probably thought she was having a gold-digging moment.

“If he will be born three hundred years from now, does that mean we don’t die? Does that mean werewolves will survive?” Aspro closed his eyes briefly before responding, “All I said was Axel Arcadia, yes?” He questioned, seemingly cautious of my assumptions. “Yes, but if-“ I tried to continue. He interrupted me, “I never said Axel would be born a werewolf. He could be a vampire, a griffin, or even a dragon. Whatever Fitia wishes to make him. All we know is that sometime in the future, a boy will be born and his name will be Axel Arcadia. We do not know what supernatural being he will become.”

"If it's love, you'll surely know" "Explain more please" I say and he sighed. "Later Anna, I promise. I still haven't showed you want I wanted you to see" he said. We went to Romeo's backyard using the backdoor only to see a small stream there and there were three swans swimming in it. I hadn't seen swans in real life so this was really something. "They weren't there before" he says and I quickly took pictures of them. "They're beautiful Romeo!" I say and he nods.

~Alex’s POV~ This is the pit of hell. This guy is as if he were a fly. He can’t possibly leave my Luna alone. My knees tremble whenever I’m around him, urging me to submit. What makes him unique? If I chose to approach him, I swear I could smell doom. I’ll need to ascertain his level of power before making any move. One must be able to figure things out. He has a very strong smell, doom, power, and godly. Could he possibly be a Lycan? No, the monarch was the last Lycan to be registered. Is it possible that he is the king? No, he cannot be; nevertheless, why does he exude danger? I climbed into my car like a befuddled puppy.

Just the sound of rain against the windows. The next, we were gliding through the dawn, the city’s veins glowing below us. Hover lanes streaked with blue light led us deeper into Sector 7 — the Arcadia Complex — a place where wealth and science met to play gods. Gareth adjusted his tie. “You sure about this?” I nodded. “Not even remotely.” He sighed. “Good. That’s usually when you do your best work.” The Arcadia Complex loomed ahead — a cluster of mirrored towers stitched together by light bridges, the rain cascading off them like molten silver. We landed on the upper platform and followed a holo-sign that pulsed faintly:

Whoosh— With Andrius’ words, a vague chill spread out and surrounded the Hidden Monarch. Andrius was trying to detain him. The Hidden Monarch felt the cold intent and widened his eyes, staring at Andrius with anger. “Andrius Moonshade, don’t push your luck!” “I’m pushing my luck? Hahahaha—” Andrius burst into laughter, his voice full of arrogance and dominance. “Hidden Monarch, you heard I had a fragment of the Immortal Demon Palace and traveled thousands of miles to come here and pressure me.

Since the Dryads knew my father before he became the king, talking with the guardians of the kingdom is not that hard when he assume the throne from the king. "Move faster! We are getting too slow!" I shouted. The kingdom of Arcadia is a home for everyone, regardless of their race and species. The late king, King Lycaon, wanted the kingdom of Arcadia to be a welcoming place for anyone. And now, my father also wanted that for the kingdom. As long as they are willing to follow the kingdom's rules, there is no problem living inside.