Rdr2 Arthur Grave Novels & Stories

He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke. "90% infrastructure destroyed General. Should we proceed to the next process?" The young general looked beyond, his gray eyes sharp and devoid of emotions. "Yes," he replied shortly. The ship suddenly shifted and it's crew came bustling around. The levers from the sides of the ship were slowly lowered as it started to descend and eventually landed on top of the tallest building in the city. A giant supervising the crew shouted commands as it guided the others to their stations. "Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!"

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.

His narrow eyes glinted as he added, “And it’s not my words—it’s his.” With a smooth, practiced motion, he drew a silver dagger from his boot and drove it into the mercenary leader’s chest. The man crumpled, a loud scream tearing from his throat, before he turned to ash in place. The silver blade was already coated with wolfsbane and had done its deadly work—one drop was enough to kill a werewolf. Suddenly, a feminine voice cut through the silence. “What’s going on here, Arthur?” Startled, the man spun. Moonlight sifted through the dense canopy, casting fractured patterns across the forest floor. First, Arthur’s face appeared, wide with shock. Then Grace stepped forward, eyes blazing with fu

"Or the video goes public." Arthur's response was to slam the car door shut. The black Maybach peeled away, tires kicking up gravel as it accelerated down the road, leaving me standing alone in the darkness, arms wrapped around myself against the biting cold. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Grace, my wolf, trembled within me – partly from the cold, partly from the adrenaline of confronting Arthur so boldly. I looked around, realizing I was stranded at the edge of the Snowfang territory with no transportation back to my territory house. The few cabs that serviced this remote area had all been claimed by departing guests.

PROJECT ZERO REDIRECTED TO SECONDARY SITE: THE GLASS HOUSE. ​"It’s not over," Arthur said, appearing at the edge of the woods. "They’re going back to where it started. They're going to burn the evidence with you in it."

One in the throat. A patient lunged with a scalpel—Iden ducked, drove an elbow into his face, then slammed a bullet under the man’s chin. Room by room, floor by floor. “Ellaya!” he screamed, voice tearing down the halls. On the roof, Arthur crouched beside a crumbling ledge. His breath steady. Eye to scope. Boom. One head gone. Boom. Another down. The third target ran. “Don’t run,” Arthur muttered. Boom. The body crumpled.

TIME: DAY 1 OF EXILE, 21:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 8 - DEEP SUMP PUMP STATION (HIDEOUT). STATUS: RECOVERY. The pump station was silent, save for the rhythmic dripping of condensation from the rusted ceiling and the shallow, wheezing breath of Arthur Valeri.

"Young master, please. Enough." ​Arthur waved Grant off with a trembling hand, taking a deep breath before fixing his furious gaze back on August. ​"You will listen to me," Arthur said, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper that was somehow more terrifying than his shouting. "While you were out chasing a ghost, the wave hit the shore. Spring dragged your lifeless drowning body out of the surf. She carried you through the mud to a village. She sat by your side while a doctor restarted your heart. And when you woke up in a delirium and wandered off into the mountains... she went after you."

“We found them near the western ridge. Being ambushed. Two wolves were already down. One helped fight them off. It was close. Too close.” Arthur’s hand is bleeding. I see the tear in his sleeve, the angry gash along his arm. Then I see them. The newcomers. The moment I do, my blood turns cold. Military uniforms. Two bearing the Fenrath insignia. One with the Moonborn mark. No. No, no, no… I thought I had more time. I was starting to believe the Grove was hidden well enough. That I was free. But I was wrong. If Fenrath soldiers are this far south, they’re not just patrolling.

Reid stands over Arthur's body, a revolver gleaming in his hand. "Took you long enough," he says, not turning. His voice is different—smoother, crueler. Like silk over a blade. "I was starting to think you wouldn't come." Arthur lies motionless on the hearthstones, his skin gray, his lips tinged blue. The silver veins have spread, branching across his chest like poisoned roots. Only the faint rise and fall of his ribs proves he still breathes. Reid cocks the hammer. "The Convergence dies with him."