The Argent Novels & Stories

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.

Liana was visibly upset, she got up and walked to where I was, she splashed her remaining wine on my face, it trickled down and splashed on the gown her dear son picked out for me. “You should be proud to be a member of my family! We are as ancient as the country itself, the argentos were there at the origin of Italia, and we will be there till the end! Your bastard son would be lucky to be raised in the ways of true argento men!” she yelled.

Vega was calculating, and didn’t trust Americans, especially not American businessmen who came with their polished smiles and hefty contracts. But there was another reason Eden felt unsettled in Argentina, a reason that had nothing to do with business. She had been here once. Years ago. A fleeting memory he’d tried to bury under spreadsheets and board meetings. He shook his head, banishing the thought before it could take root. Argentina was enormous. Buenos Aires alone had nearly three million people. The odds of running into her were astronomically low. Besides, she’d probably moved on by now. People always did. The next morning arrived. Eden dressed in casual attire, tailored navy slacks,

Argust said as defteros appeared . " Ready ?" xaio nodded his head as defteros snapped his fingers and he disappeared. " you think we'll see him again father?" Argust asked. " what, are you lonely little one ?" " A little bit father " " hahaha no worries I'll make something for you later just tell me what you want " " well if you say so, I want a son "

He stops next to her parents and places his hands on their shoulders. “Argento Sixth,” he says, referring to the name of their brand. “Care to explain this?” As Sage says those words, he throws what seems to be a slimline voice recorder in between them, and what we hear next has me bristling with anger. //“Hmmm, that’s all good and well, but what will you do once he discovers Cherie didn’t win any of her fights without your help? She’ll probably die in her first legal fight.”//

We were fighting the very idea that we weren't enough. "I am the Argentum Prime," I roared, my voice echoing through the lunar stone. "And the Circle is closed".

MIRANDA Ace rolled off me, breathing heavily with beads of sweat coating his flushed skin. His hair that was long at the top matted over his forehead and those stunning hazel eyes were hooded with exhaustion, "I'm wrung out," he regretfully grumbled on a breath.

I walked up the stairs quickly but instead of heading to the library, I heading to my room, locking all the doors. As I locked the last door and turned, I came face to face with a frowning Margot. “Quillon is my last name” I breathed. “No shit Sherlock” she said sarcastically, folding her Arms. “So you figured it out huh?” “Quillon, what ……what does it mean?” “It means sword, but I’m not the one to tell you the history of all that, you have to help me” she said, her voice turning urgent. “I can only help you if I am out of this state” she added, “what do you mean?” “I can’t stay here long, I……..” and then she was gone.