Rdr2 Arthur Grave Novels & Stories

“I understand that the position that you have been put in is a difficult one. I can only imagine the pain, anger, and uncertainty that you are feeling. Personally, I know that Bella would completely understand what you are feeling. I think that you three could help each other heal.” Turning away, Arthur walks a few more feet and turns to the right, into a small clearing. There, we see a stone altar with several mounds of freshly turned earth. He stands in front of one particular mound and we walk toward it. There is a small wooden marker which simply says, “Thane Talon Goode.” “Where are we?” I ask, curious as to why we’d stop in what is obviously a fresh graveyard. “Bella’s pain,” is

Raven nodded his head, glancing at Derrick's dead body. "Yes, Dad. You defeated him," he whispered. "I'm glad," Arthur said and coughed up blood. "Don't talk anymore, Dad! I'll find a doctor for you!" he said. Arthur smiled weakly at him before closing his eyes. Raven's heart pounded in fear. "Dammit!" he cursed. He tightened his grip on his father’s hand and shouted, "Carter! Find me a doctor, quick!"

"Why will I do anything you just said?" Detective Joha chuckled and tapped on the case."Because you won't wanna see me touch this. I promise you it doesn't look so nice." "Do you want me to show you?" He asked as he approached the elders with his finger just an inch away from the button. The elders drew backwards in fear and pleaded with Arthur to do as they commanded. Arthur gave the order that the prisoners be released and agreed that he will hand over to them a good number of his well trained men to help them fight the Vampires.

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

Arthur said with a warm smile and gentle tone. “You’re too kind, but some boundaries must be respected,” Allison said with a smile, though the distance she kept between them was evident. Arthur did not mind it. “You’ve certainly heard of the great name of Gareth Graves. It took me a lot of effort to bring him here. He will certainly be able to cure your grandfather.” “Thank you, Mr. Arthur.” Allison bowed in thanks. “And thank you, Mr. Graves, for leaving your retreat to help,” she said with another bow.

His eyes flared at me. “What did you do to Arthur?” I was weak. I couldn't have it in me to yell. My eyes itched painfully as I looked at James. My heart is breaking. I let him as his fingers trailed my face, too weak to slap his hands off. “It means, Arthur is dead and from the video, his bones would be hard to find.”

The six mercenaries raised their rifles, the red laser sights converging on my chest a constellation of lethal intent. "The drive, Silas," Arthur commanded. "Hand it over, and I’ll let you and the girl walk out into a city that no longer knows your name. Refuse, and I’ll have the Vanguard strip this building to the rebar while you watch." POV: Willa Thorne

The woman coughed badly, vomiting blood as her ribs cracked against the concrete wall. "Let him rot here. Don't give him anything to eat or drink until the Vanguard representatives decide the fate of his carcass," Julian ordered without mercy to the remaining guards. Julian stepped out, his breath ragged. He squeezed his shirt at his chest, right where his heart was beating. "Chloe..." he muttered softly, a lament of regret that was a million lights too late. "I realized... I'm crazy... come back..." But at the end of the hall, it wasn't Chloe that he found, but a line of armed military troops with the Black Wolf logo. And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in h

His thumb stroked the skin there in a way that reminded me I wasn't alone in this mess. "He’s going to feel a lot more than this, Beautiful," Ares chimed in, stepping over the lifeless body of a guard. He wiped a spray of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, something lethal flickering behind his eyes. "By the time we’re done, the name Graves won't be a legacy. It’ll be a warning." Atlas was already barking orders into his headset. He was coordinating the cranes and the secondary transport ships that were emerging from the fog.

“You knew my father?” The man nodded. “Very well.” Another one. Another person who knew her father. Another ghost from the past. The stranger stepped forward. Ignoring the weapons pointed at him. Ignoring Victor. Ignoring Elena. Ignoring everyone except Amelia. “My name is Arthur Graves.” The name immediately changed Ethan’s expression. Pure hatred flashed across his face. Real hatred. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Arthur laughed. “I’ve heard that before.” The older man stopped a few feet away. Then his eyes settled on the silver key in Amelia’s hand.