Rdr2 Arthur Grave Novels & Stories

Rex called, his voice tense and grateful. Arthur didn’t stop and turned down the path to take the fastest path to his home. The scent of rogues still lingered, mingled with blood and death, but he forced himself to focus. He couldn’t stop to worry about all the blood splashed across the front doors of the buildings and pooling on the ground around the bodies. He couldn’t stop to see if the wolves were anyone he recognized from the village or just rogues. “Daphne!” He yelled, running up the hill towards their house. The door was broken open. Wood shards and blood paw prints decorated the entrance of the house.

He spat through clenched teeth, "I am already dead. My forefathers are waiting for me. And you'll never find the treasure you're looking for. I've accomplished my goal." The rifle lowered to the ranger's midsection, saying, "Have it your way." The silence was broken by another pop as Javier’s smile devilishly appeared. Bloody hands grabbed the arms of Javier's European jacket, which had undoubtedly ended his life. He reached down with his hands, removing the sleeves, and felt the warm, viscous liquid flowing from the bullet wound in his stomach. "The Buddha's room will not be found," Arthit said immediately, gasping. After a brief period, Arthit lay motionless, his hands on his belly, covere

Archer ordered one of the maids to get his mother water. “Archer, are you sure you are ready to compete with Ryker, you know his cunning,” I said and he nodded. “I want to show him that he can never be the leader of the pack and make sure I figure out the real murderer of my father,” He said, gazing at us. After some minutes, Celesta and I left the Mansion and headed straight to the club, we got there and met Ryker stringing, and we sat down next to him. “Are you scared of Archer, is that the reason why you are drinking here?” I questioned and he smirked.

The mental exertion of shielding Arthur is draining us faster than anticipated. "We’re ten minutes out," the driver called back. He was one of the few mercenaries Marcus had vouched for, a man named Rourke who knew better than to ask questions about the unconscious girl or the way I talked to myself. "Pull over at the next service station," I said. "Now? We’re exposed." "Pull. Over." Rourke didn't argue. He steered the car onto the gravel shoulder of the motorway. "Two minutes. That's it." I got out, the rain instantly soaking my jacket. I walked to the edge of the woods, the dark trees looming like sentinels. I breathed in the cold air, trying to clear the fog.

Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline. I stared longer than necessary because he said, “Is there something on my face, Grace?” I tried to speak, but stuttered, because how do you act when someone who'd died suddenly shows up in your delusional world? He looked like he did in the year 2013, younger. I must've looked like I had seen a ghost, but wasn't he one? “No, sorry. I was just thinking about something. What did you say?” I managed to squeak out.

Half my team scattered, using parked vehicles as cover while the others formed a protective perimeter around us. I crawled toward Arthur. Blood soaked through the front of his overcoat and his breathing was shallow. The envelope he'd handed me moments earlier had landed a few feet away. I snatched it before the growing pool of blood reached it and shoved it inside my jacket. "Medic!" I shouted. One of our security officers slid beside me with a trauma kit. Arthur's eyes fluttered open. He looked at me with surprising clarity. "They found me..." He muttered. "Save your strength,” I said and he gave a weak shake of his head.

Xavier's most of the men already shot dead but with whatever number he entered, he couldn't believe that dickhead. Arthur got down from the car and wore a bullet proof jacket. Slowly taking the elevator he reached the 17th floor. Motioning his men to take further steps he carefully reached the suit. Leaning at the door he tried to eavesdrop on the situation inside. After a good two minutes Arthur barged into the room pointing the gun straight.

"Helen, I love you. I'll treat Ruby like she's my own, I promise. Just give me one more shot, please don't push me away, okay?" Before I could even respond, someone barreled into Maverick, knocking him down flat. I jumped back, and that was when I saw it was Alfred. He was a shadow of his former self, gaunt and looking utterly defeated, but the way he threw punches at Maverick was as fierce as ever. Too bad he was no match for Maverick, quickly getting pinned down. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me. "Don't be scared, Helen, I'm here! No one's taking you from me!"

They turned on their heels and walked away, no longer heeding Samantha’s cries. With the Beta’s guidance, Blake and Kaden found where Lucia and I were buried. Kaden clawed at the soil desperately, trying to excavate the burial site. With bloodshot eyes, Blake stared at Lucia’s name on the wooden plaque. “How could you be dead, Lucia? This can’t be true!” Despite Blake’s attempts to mindlink Lucia, he could not get through to her. Blake and Kaden dug the grave like mad wolves. They had to see us with their own eyes.