The Argent Novels & Stories

’s doorstep and leave them. Argent said he had done this a few weeks before. He was sending a message. He was promised the pack’s land. He knows if Dalton is around he can’t get it and he knows if Dalton has you that you could stay in the light instead of switching to dark magic and working for him. He kidnapped your brother as a way to sway you to his side.” I leaned back and chewed on my bottom lip, still staring at her intensely, “So he planted the body there, got Dalton and I together, and now wants us apart so he can enslave me and get Dalton’s land? Do I have that right?” She nodded and I huffed, “Well, fuck. Is there anything else?” I stood up and put my hands in my pocket, waiting fo

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why!? Teresa: “Alrighty, children! Let's get back to business about that battle plan, yeah?” Naraja: “Oh yeah...about that I will just say for our sake “Geronimo!” and “It’s not an adventure if it isn’t at least a little fun!”. So there is a plan and there isn’t one, heh, heh.” Minch: “The hell you mean there is and isn’t one! What kind of plan is that, Naraja?!”

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

she murmured, clutching her still throbbing head. The doctor clucked softly. "Absolutely," she said. "And it's lucky that you didn't lose your child." Fiona was silent, then glared instantly. She looked at the doctor beside her with a strange look on her face. "What does that mean?" she asked. The woman in the white coat sighed. Of course, she knew Fiona Aubrey very well. No one does not know the young lady Aubrey because, in addition to being famous for her beauty, Aubrey Corp. is one of the largest investors in several well-known hospitals in the world.

"Argentis?" "Yup," Kany hummed, popping the 'p'. "The massive logistics company that weirdly stepped in and helped us clear customs years back when Luxore was still just an infant company trying to get off the ground." Victoria’s mind raced. The Argentis Group was a ghost in the corporate world. They owned shipping lanes, air cargo hubs, and private security routes across three continents, but their primary owner had remained completely nameless for over a decade. Whoever ran that company had cleared two massive hurdles for Luxore when Victoria was first building her empire, and she had spent years trying to figure out who was behind it.

Not yet. “How were you paid?” I asked. “Crypto. Routed through three wallets. But… but the first one,” he rushed, hope cracking through his fear, “the first one had a name attached. A shell company.” “And?” I pressed. “Argent Trade Solutions,” he said. “I recognized it because… because they work ports in the south. They’ve got ties to—” “To who?” Leandro asked quietly. Luca flinched at the sound of his voice.

“He’s her grandfather. And whatever history he has with you, with Stella… I need to see who he really is.” Serena nodded sharply, falling into step beside us as we made our way down. The corridor offerings had been cleared to one side, but their presence still warmed the air—blankets, runes, and tiny clothes reminding me that our daughter was already claimed by the pack. Collins Argent waited in the center of the receiving hall, flanked by two of our warriors. He was taller than I’d imagined, broad-shouldered with silver threading through dark hair and the same intense amber eyes Alfredo carried. Age had weathered him, but power still clung to his frame like an old cloak. He wasn’t posturing

The Argent's manor, a seven hundred million dollar worth of real estate, was located at the top of a hill, giving the occupants a wonderful view of part of the city. Arian's father, Sir Richard De' Argent, loved the privacy and security it brought. So he had bought the hill as a private property. The young master took an experienced sip from his glass and stared ahead emotionlessly with a hand in his pocket. Under the pale shadows of the fading moon, the city looked serene but subtly energetic. The street lights and slight traffic jam made its glow magical... Just like her smile. Arian De' Argent didn't know when that thought crossed his mind, but he didn't bo

and as my own dragon felt its powerful energy when we were thrown away by it in mid air…. “Fuck this is brutal…..” Saltus replied with stunned eyes and turned to me “What do we do now…?” he questioned… I myself was confusingly looking as burned and wet grey, white and dark colored mess all around us…. “Find Argentum” I replied sternly, Argentum is a pure Dragon breed born and to add on she is a warrior of Dragon realm, there is no way anything could have happened to her because of whatever mystical power which was here, she might have been injured but I was positive that she must have been lying injured somewhere around…

“We are Argentis. Our blood carries the silver of the first moon. “It’s why we feel things others don’t. Why we can reach what they can’t. The world doesn’t understand it, so it fears it.” Her thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles. “But you are not something to fear.” My head felt too full. Like there wasn’t enough space for everything she was saying. “I don’t… I don’t get it,” I whispered. “You will,” she said gently. They stepped away after that, speaking in low voices that I couldn’t fully make out. I sat down where I was, pulling my knees close to my chest. Argenti. The silver moon. The words spun in my head, refusing to settle.