The 100 Arc Novels & Stories

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

Holla Arhhhhgh what happened last night?? My head hurts and I'm feeling like throwing up. My mouth feels dry and why is my hair like a bird's nest? Ohh yeah I was rejected by my mate. A pain so great engulfed me and I fell to the floor, how could archer? we're mates and I still don't understand why he'll not give us a chance, did the moon goddess make a mistake pairing us? My father can be very strict and even takes my freedom but I do not believe he killed anyone,

Yang Tang said as he clenched his jaw tightly with a darkened expression. At the lounge. It was the time the competition was about to commence, everyone was eagerly waiting in anticipation for the swimmers to be brought , mainly for one person to be brought out, as the person was absolutely the reason why a lot of them came, the person was no other than Stanley. "I'll be meeting you again Stanley, It's been a good freaking ten years Stanley"She thought to herself. Amelia was lost in thought as she suddenly became scared with the sudden thought of meeting the guy she left ten years ago until she heard a loud scream, a very loud one which scared the hell outta her.

On a quiet park bench, I sat beside Ocko. I let the words spill out—everything about my past with Thor, all those years of love, heartbreak, and regret. When I finished, Ocko sighed. "He's not worth looking back for." I curved my lips into a faint smile, agreeing silently. He didn't say anything more. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small box. Inside rested a flawless slice of tiramisu. "I know you like this," he said with a gentle smile. "Try it."

Beg him. But even after her mom died, when she had nothing left—she still didn't come back. Mark's voice cracked. "I hated her for walking out over money... Everything I did, I just wanted her to say she still loved me, that she still—" "Love?" Mandy shot him a look like he'd lost his mind. Her eyes were red, voice sharp with a bitter laugh. "Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?"

On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise. I used to believe that even if she graded me from zero, by the hundredth time, I would've gotten a perfect score, and she'd finally agree. So, I chose to propose for the hundredth time on my 30th birthday, hoping to start a new decade and a new chapter with her. I had assumed she would say yes without a doubt this time. But she turned me down again, just as decisively as before. I got to my feet and faced her clearly annoyed expression. I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go.

Then she saw a bannered message in an open enveloped style. [Finally, the awaited event for everyone! ‘Every player who get to play 100 Arc stories hell mode will be rewarded with $5 million dollars, be a top tier player and a chance to meet the creator as a character in the game and as well in real life.] The sudden announcement flooded the chat box with amusement and curiosity. It finally gave them a big reveal! ***

Cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, highly detailed, vivid colors. > We have successfully kicked off Arc 2 with a massive victory!

Inside this room, everything is completely different. End of Arc 15: Caught

His dad stands stiff beside her, arms crossed, eyes tracking Arc’s every move with laser precision. The resemblance between them is uncanny. The same jawline. The same furrowed brow when they’re concentrating. I force myself to keep watching the game. Arc is fast. Not just athlete fast. Supernatural fast. He moves like a storm in human form - calculated chaos wrapped in black and gold. And for a second, I almost forget everything. Until the final whistle blows. The crowd erupts. Players swarm the field. Arc’s eyes find mine across the bleachers. He doesn’t smile, but he nods once and gestures for me to come.