Story Arkham Knight Novels & Stories

She headed back to the desk, interrupting Nick and Kimber’s obviously intimate conversation. It was still early in the day. She hoped with everything in her it would be over soon. Kimber gave Madchen a shy smile, and got herself ready to transport a pt to CT. “Taming the wild dragon, are we?” Nick leaned into her ear. “What, no!” she exclaimed, realizing Nick was referring to his moody brother. “I just explained a few things to him. He’s not used to these Servos, is all. You know how it is,” she shrugged, “They all do the same thing, with different knobs and buttons,”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

He asked clearly in a choked voice "I bet your Conjugate will not be pleased!, and I'll have you know our magic was perfectly fine until you came along mutant!" Steam rolled off her and right there and then she wished she could throttle him and leave his body in the dust. "I don't know what you're fucking playing at" she said angrily "but fix this mess now!, New Fall is not part of the town we were supposed to friggin visit!, not to mention it is odd enough that we stand here looking like crap from a non-existent century, but can you get your damn Golems to act normal!"

Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies. If it is amongst the other packs that hates their guts then it will not be of any surprise to me, I am eager to hear what the cloaked figure has to say. "Who is this pack you refer to, cloaked man?" I inquired. "The pack I speak of, Arnold, is the Arcade pack." The mention of the Arcade pack is not surprising; it is indeed one of the largest and most formidable packs, yet they pale in comparison to the Crimson pack.

They were both shouting my name. We reached a large, circular chamber at the top of the stairs. The room was lined with old, ornate chairs, and in the center was a massive stone table. Above the table, a screen flickered to life, showing a split feed: on one side, Dante standing in front of a massive drilling machine, his face covered in dust and rage. On the other side, Viktor, flanked by his soldiers, holding a rocket launcher. "Gentlemen," the Architect said, his voice amplified through hidden speakers. "Welcome to the Ark. I believe you're both looking for the same thing."

The White Lion immediately ran quickly out of the square. Narakashura who controlled Naraka Pati; the black demon warrior, was confused by the person in front of him. He felt that the person who looked all black and had claws on both hands was no ordinary person. "Who are you?" Naraka Pati asked. "Black Tiger; the Bhayangkara special forces of the Swarnabhumi kingdom. What's wrong, are you afraid of me?" He smiled a little. "Bhayangkara? I don't know about that army. Are they a bunch of fools?" Naraka Pati quipped with a chuckle.

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

Jonah smiled wickedly as he reached Skarde. “There really wasn’t a choice.” Skarde growled back to him. “Nonetheless, Let’s proceed with locking your pack members up. All the none warriors can go into hmm, I think Arkyn’s famous move is to lock them in the hall. Let’s do that Lock all the non-warriors in the hall. All the fighters into cells. Chop-chop. Then someone will lead me to the master sweet. I am sure Arkyn is on his way?” Jonah grinned sinister at Skarde watching the rage encompass his face.