The Argent Novels & Stories

asked Aranjo as she approached Griffin. 'You can listen to me if I let you!' "Wow ...." exclaimed Aranjo as he jumped to his feet and walked around the Griffin. "You look different than you used to! there are differences!" said Aranjo still staring at Griffin. 'Sure! And you look different too!' "Nice to see you back friend!" said Aranjo who is currently standing in front of Griffin. 'Nice to see you back!' "Can I touch you?" asks Aranjo, she wants to feel the golden feather in her hand.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

“Don’t you feel it? My body… it’s burning.” Clutching the edge of the table for support, I tried to stop my trembling. “This… this isn’t normal. Something’s wrong…” Argantara gritted his teeth, then suddenly grabbed a glass bottle from the table. Without hesitation, he smashed it, and a sharp shard sliced across his left arm. “Argan!” I screamed in shock. Fresh blood streamed down his arm. He winced, but his gaze grew slightly clearer. “I… need the pain to fight this heat inside me.”

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

He flipped the latches, revealing a thermal imaging array and a drone kit that looked more like military hardware than civilian tech. "The Board is using a new satellite network," Dante said, his fingers dancing over a keypad with terrifying speed. "They call it *Argus*. It can see the heat signature of a cigarette from three hundred miles up. If I go back with you, I can blind them. But it won't be enough." "What else?" "They’ve hired the *Sombra*," Dante said, looking up, his milky eyes full of a sudden, sharp dread. "The Spanish mercenaries. They don't use teams. They use attrition. They’ll burn the valley until there’s nothing left to defend."

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

she said, chuckling darkly. “Such are the complexities of doing business,” Hound replied, his voice hoarse. “You’ve caught the eye of the organization. Both in a good and bad way,” Argent said, her tone shifting to something dangerous. “I’ve got good news and bad news. What would you like to hear first?” “Bad,” Hound said without hesitation, his body tense. Argent’s movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, as she crouched. Her silver braids seemed alive, reflecting the faint light as they extended. In one swift motion, they sliced the rope binding the Vitaecer.

Liam said. He looked directly into the camera lens of CNN. "The entity is called Argentum Consulting." He let the name hang there. Argentum. Silver. The price of betrayal. "We have traced the ownership of Argentum," Liam said. "We have handed over the full dossier to the District Attorney’s office, along with a lawsuit filed this morning against the New York Post for defamation, libel, and intentional infliction of emotional distress." "Who owns Argentum?" a reporter from the Times shouted, standing up. "Mr. Cross, who is behind it?"

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

That means I know how to break through his encryption. Finally, after what feels like hours, the laptop gives in, and the screen unlocks. What I see hits me like a freight train. Aeron had a whole life apart from us. His screen is filled with files and messages—codes, names I don’t recognize. But one name stands out among the chaos: Legacy Vega.