Nameless Ark Novels & Stories

Lex cleared his throat and his eyes meet mine but he suddenly looked away. "First thing tomorrow morning by the light of dawn we are going leave this deserted place because nothing is safe her" lex said and almost like it was timed, the sound of a crow crowing could be heard from a distance. "That's why its called the underworld because it is filled with demons" he added and we all agreed to what he said. Most of us here ain't good with our powers, except sword fighting because we have been trained for it. Camila was done with the meat and we all took our portion and ate quietly.

“And my name is Amaris.” “So, Ames—is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, and although I can see his lips moving and know that it’s obviously him speaking, all I can hear is my brother’s voice saying that same stupid nickname. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the outskirts of the pack lands with Maxon. No, instead, I’m standing over Axel’s still warm and bloody body, the sound of the gunshot still echoing throughout my mind, the beat of my heart pulsing double time in my ears, as if it’s having to work harder, trying to make up for the fact that Axel’s heart no longer beats as mine does.

Zadkiel asked back, tilting his head with a flicker of curiosity in his sightless eyes as he gently released himself from Arkael's embrace. "Call me Arky…" Arkael suggested a nickname only his sister used, now extended to this special boy. "Arky…" Zadkiel repeated softly, testing the name on his tongue. A small, genuine smile had touched his lips. He looked…happy. The two boys spent the rest of the afternoon talking, laughing, and sharing secrets on that park bench. Their laughter echoed through the quiet space, a testament to the burgeoning bond between them. The insistent vibration of his phone pulled Arkael back to the present, shattering the bittersweet memory. He blinked and the opulent

She asked, sitting on the couch opposite them while the two of them were on the floor in front of her, it was a beautiful sight to behold. “Papa said he met you at the amusement park. You almost jumped in front of his car and you were clumsy” Little Liam beamed and that earned a smile from Aurora, that wasn’t a lie though but a part of her was pained that the little boy could no longer remember the person he used to call unique eyes, she loved the name and the way they bonded as friends. “I am correct son, you see?” Malcolm asked, a smile was plastered on his face.

A sign … I smile. "Congratulations to us, Amanda. We found a store on the very first day." Amanda squeals. "Congrats, Boss! What are we naming it?" "Noah's Ark," I answer. "We'll stock rare wood pieces too. I found a few on eBay." Amanda claps her hands. "I love it." Gabe nods. "It's wonderful, Boss."

She quietly logged in. She did not use her known used name, NULLWRAITH. That name carried too much weight and history. Instead, she typed a simple unremarkable name. OBSIDIAN_13, and no one noticed. As for Florence, she logged in as AZURA, and the room buzzed. That name was famous, feared and respected. Nate also entered her username. VYREX. When the signal flashed green, ROUND ONE STARTED. The game dropped them into a digital battlefield of tight spaces, shifting terrain, and limited weapons.

​The Lunar Ark was not a ship; it was a sarcophagus of gold and glass, buried beneath the regolith of the Tycho Crater for a century. As the Vane siblings and Lyra stepped inside, the air tasted of ancient pine needles and cold, sterile electricity. It was the "Emergency Exit" their father had built for a world that had finally ended, and as the engines hummed to life, Leo felt the violent tug of Earth’s gravity calling them back.

‘Her grandmothers. ‘What?’ I mumble. Alarick chuckles. ‘You’re so dumb sometimes. Mum’s middle name is Lillian – Larentia Lillian, and Amanda Lillian. Our cubs are named after us, Orrin, our parents and Anja’s. What could be more perfect than that?’ ‘But none are named after our mate!’ Alarick chuckles. ‘Lillian Anja.’ ‘Perfect.’ “You know my father?” “Yes,” Drake nods his head. “I know your father.”

“And have you settled on a name for it yet?” “A few dominance issues that I have so far been able to quell with a few sharp words. So that’s not been so bad. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about the name of the pack since you handed me that file folder while I was still in the hospital. I’m torn between Black Water to honour this pack. Or Blue Skies for the hope and future they represent. Though I’m leaning towards Black Water.” One of Aricka’s aunts piped up, “Go with Blue Skies because Black Water sounds like something that might come from a sewer system when it backs up.”

They’d been surrounded by an emerald glow that Azrael insisted had come from Kasar. Surely he could help, right? I closed my eyes and sent a quick prayer to the God of Beasts. “Um, Kasar? Wait, should I call him by a title or something? Lord Kasar? No, that’s stupid. Kasar, my name is Blakely Yarrow. I really want to save these er—fire horses? Whatever they are, I want to free them. I can’t do that if they think I’m a threat, so any help here would be greatly appreciated.”