Shinra And Arthur Novels & Stories

"She has yet to recuperate from my return..." Arthur erupted with laughter. He looked at his mother and walked to the bed, where he sat down. “Let's watch and see who will dethrone each other…” He grinned and slumped into the bed. Luna was sceptical that the two were working together. When she looked at Freya, she winked at her and understood the gesture. She needed to go, or she would not be able to leave again, so she hurriedly fled the room, still panting.

As the tape was torn off her mouth, Tracey shouted at Arthur, "Arthur, why did you betray my brother? Why did you do this to me?" The blonde man chuckled and beckoned to Arthur, who walked over to him. "Miss Tracey, let me formally introduce him to you. His name is Shiro, Stephen’s most prized subordinate." The blonde man finished speaking and looked at Arthur with admiration. "Shiro, you haven't disappointed me." "Arthur, tell me everything he said is not true!" Tracey shouted.

Maybe I should go and help him? Adrian’s eyes glint with determination as he circles around the beast, trying to find an opening. I watch in awe as he charges towards the hydra’s main head, his jaws open wide and ready to strike. But this time, the hydra knows what he is doing. It wraps its massive body around Adrian’s, squeezing him so tightly that I can hear the bones in his body snapping. I feel a lump form in my throat as I watch my friend struggle against the monster’s grip. But just when I think it’s all over, Adrian grits his teeth and unleashes a burst of lightning that sears through the hydra’s body. The creature screams in agony as it disintegrates into a cloud of ash.

"Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." It was so nostalgic that the memory made her grin as she pulled the string of her bow for the last shot. She aimed it on the center of the shield. As she release the arrow with a loud whistle, the shield she'd been practicing with for five years cracked. Stunned, she squinted her eyes to make sure that it really cracked. And it really did. Astonished, she looked back at Azul. "Azul! Look! It cracked!" she excitingly exclaimed.

"Do you guys have a nice trip to the palace, Daddy, Brother Julian, and Brother Sean? And, where is big brother Arthur?" "I am here." An exhausted voice replied. Arthur is teleported directly on the sofa and plopped down beside his mother. "Those three are the worst! I almost couldn't hold their ridiculous outburst when they heard you went missing for overnight, Seiran." Seiran chuckles. Her oldest brother, Arthur, is a mix of their mother and father. He had their father's gold hair with a hint of black on the very end, combed stylishly to the back of his head, and their mother's oceanic eyes. Previously, his bother is very protective of her. However, when Seiran reached eighteen years old,

No matter how cold the weather was, he preferred being bare chested, always revealing the black to brown hairs on his chest. "I promise, someone will have to destroy you some day." The man let out a thunderous scornful laugh that echoed or several minutes after he stopped. "It's been three thousand years now, woman..." he said after everything had gone quiet, word by word and slowly accentuating "woman" with even scorn, and slowly began walking around the woman. "Oh, I'm sorry... Your Highness Sandra, hail the Excellent queen." He said, slightly bowing at the word 'your Highness.' "Who owns Arthmata now? Tell me!"

And now that Arthur finally accepted his mate, even though I looked to still mean more to him, I knew it was only a matter of time before he discarded me fully and stick to his new human mate and Luna. My phone beeped. I checked the caller, it was who I was supposed to meet in the tall building. Maxwell Murray. I couldn’t let Arthur see us together. “Let’s meet somewhere else.” I quickly sent him a text with a new address and hurried away.

he said and another thread crossed the first one and binded their hands. “Look at these eyes and don’t forget them. I will come back, my dear mate,” Anaya promised and a third thread bonded them. “I’ll be waiting for you my darling mate!” Arthur said and a fourth thread appeared and did the same as the other three threads. His patience finally reached his limits and so, he yanked his hand away from Anaya’s and without wasting more time, he shifted his hands into claws and dug them into Anaya’s chest. She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened in horror as her soul left her body. Arthur crushed the heart in his arms and he threw it on the floor.

he said, kneeling beside her, keenly aware of the vulnerability she carried. Lyra watched him intently, her expression softening as she observed the gentleness in his actions. “You’re not just a warrior, are you? You have a healer’s heart,” she said, admiration evident in her voice. Arthur chuckled lightly, the tension easing from his shoulders as he gathered herbs. “It’s a necessity. In our world, we need to know how to heal as much as how to fight. It’s all part of protecting those we care about.” As he worked, he felt her presence beside him, a calmness enveloping them. “What’s your story, Lyra?” he asked, glancing at her with genuine curiosity.

Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible, “I can’t... let go...” Mira glanced at him, her expression softening with pity. “Hold on, Arthur. I’m going to get you through this.” Tony leaned closer, his hand resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stay with us, Arthur. Don’t let them win.” Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The darkness was too strong, too tempting. The hallucinations came in waves—memories distorted into nightmares, familiar faces twisted with malice. Elara’s face floated before him, but this time, her eyes were cold, accusing. She whispered his name, but it wasn’t in love; it was in contempt.