The Archon Novels & Stories

He treated the machine like a trophy, not a tool. The Second Link: Marcus Then there was Marcus Thorne (no relation, a coincidence Silas found insulting). Marcus was the "Creative Director" currently occupying Sienna’s time and bed. He was younger, softer, a man who wore his hair in a deliberate mess and spoke in the hushed, reverent tones of someone who believed his every thought was a gift to the archives of art.

It was Patterson who recognised them for what they were. “Archons,” he cried. “Run, for God’s sake run, we mustn’t let them get near us!” I knew instantly why he was so alarmed. We had all read of the Archons. They are mentioned not only in the Vos Hukkumah Scrolls but also in the few remaining Gnostic texts that are passed between collectors of rare manuscripts. They are Lords of the outer realms of Creation, who patrol the very outskirts of existence. Their sole aim is to maintain the integrity of the material world and to keep every soul imprisoned within it forever. They are Creation’s last line of defence against the enlightened and the liberated.

I remained silent for a few moments, collecting my thoughts before I finally popped the first and most important question, “What are you guys?” Luc smiled, walking closer and sat on a comfy chair, facing the couch I was sitting on. “That we told you already, we are the Archangels.” Okay, that still sounded crazy as fuck but still, I chose to consider the possibility after all that happened in the past few hours and went with it. “Really? As in, you’re the King of Hell, Lucifer, and your brothers are the Archangel of Death and the Healer?” I asked, watching the three of them with a hint of curiosity.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

“I understand your concerns. But you have to believe me when I say that this is exactly what I need. You are my subjects as well as my council, lords and ladies, and you are bound to obey my command. High Elder Anselm, you shall be the regent during my absence. None shall know of my whereabouts, except those who are in this room at this moment. Tell anyone who questions you that I asked for privacy to mourn my father, and that I am preparing for my wedding, as well.” Prince Archer stood and looked at the protesting faces of the lords and ladies of the Elder of Council. “I shall return in time for my coronation. And I swear to all of you, I will return a better man.”

"You sit in this room, surrounded by your silks and your jasmine, and you dare to question the source of my strength? You think my identity is tied to the woman I protect? You think my title is a garment I can be stripped of by the braying of Southern mules?" He leaned over the table, his hands flat against the frozen mahogany. "I am the Archon of Northreach!" he roared, the sound echoing in the rafters like a crack of thunder. "I am the wall that holds back the eternal winter! My reputation preceded the birth of your great-grandfathers, and it will remain long after your names have been ground into the dust of history! I do not need a shield. I am the storm.

An Archon. Heaven’s enforcement. Its voice rang like struck crystal. “Lucifer.” No affection. No warmth. Only declaration. Lucifer finally turned. “Still wearing uniforms,” she mused. The Archon’s gaze shifted to Lily. “Convergence relinquished.” “Yes,” Lily replied steadily. “Violation of celestial hierarchy.” “There is no hierarchy now.” The Archon’s light intensified. “Heaven does not recognize distributed authority.” Aeron stepped forward slightly. “It doesn’t need to.” The Archon’s gaze snapped to him.

"This... this isn't the Vance family network. These are sovereign wealth funds. Cryptographic trading blocks. Who are you?" Adrian turned his head slightly, the blue light of the screen catching the dangerous, lethal smirk on his lips. "Your family thought they threw you into hell, Elena," Adrian said, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "They have no idea they just handed you over to the true ruler of this city."

” He uttered in silent warning, as he traced lazy circles on his oakwood desk. I raised my chin in defiance, ready to argue back. “You will not touch the foundation without my consent.” He sharpened his warning, pinning me with a harsh glare. “And if the design requires-” “It won’t.” He cut me off and I swallowed my words. “I don’t take jobs where the truth is off-limits Mr Romano.” I sighed, annoyance bleeding through my words. “Architetta.” He leaned over the desk, hands gripping each side while his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.”