Unsaid Words Lost Ark Novels & Stories

Amaris sighed, putting down his glass of wine as he stepped on a block that carried him to the fighting platform, Helen did the same. "Could you guys do your strongest spell, so I can get your power level?" Marcella asked. They nod. "Amaris you first." Amaris closed his eyes, taking a breath as he focused. "Kaihaoia isheu." He whispered, Lilith eyebrows furrowed as she wondered what he had said, she knew it was his ancient language Uuzilekhi. "Knowledge disappears," Adrian told her as they watched his power level go up to a million.

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> (Kieran POV) The ancient words felt strange on my tongue despite decades of witnessing these ceremonies, weighted with significance that personal experience couldn't fully prepare anyone to understand. But I spoke them clearly, letting my voice carry across clearing where my pack waited to witness bond that would reshape our collective future.

replied Nayla. "Arkan can already hear your words, Nay. So I don't need to tell Arkan anymore," said Reno. “Tadpole Princess, sorry that I left you just like that, sorry also that I let you live this difficult life on your own. I can never go back, Nay. Even though by being a spirit like this I can see you, but still I can't communicate directly with you at all. So it's useless that I exist, you can't even see me. Nay, believe me, I always hope that you will find your happiness without me, you deserve to be happy, Tadpole Princess. Don't keep torturing yourself because of me,” Arkan said with emotion. Then Reno immediately conveyed everything Arkan said to Nayla without exaggerating or reduc

[ FLASHBACK ] ………………. LOCATION : SOMEWHERE IN THE HEART OF NAMIBIA TIME : 2:02PM DATE : UNKNOWN MALE VOICE #1 : Hey Eliza, we found it, the Ark is over here ELIZA : We might have a real problem on our hands at the moment FEMALE VOICE #2 : What’s going on cap??... ( referring to Eliza) ELIZA : The church got really wrong information, the horde that dwelled here never left, they only went into hiding

he whispered, reaching out a hand, "I... I barred you from this war. You didn't just win it, you found the weapon I was too blind to see." "The war isn't won yet," Mimi said, maintaining the distance. "The Answer, You have an asset that has been validated and proven in the field. You can now use it, or you can go back to relying on your pride. Kunle has the original ledger and is preparing the forensics. Your move is now a counter-strike, not a defense."

Arthur finally said, his voice thin, "has not been displayed anywhere in this universe for approximately nine billion years. The last time it appeared, the Weavers panicked so severely that they rewrote the laws of thermodynamics to bury it." "What is it?" Arthur looked up at Jack. For the first time since his capture, the old man's arrogance was completely gone. What remained was naked, primal fear. "It's a name. The oldest name. In the original language of reality, that symbol means 'The Utterance.'" Silence. "The Utterance," Ben repeated slowly. "As in, the first word ever spoken?"

“That’s science talking. Should I tell you the real reason?” Lucas’s eyes lit up with interest. “Okay. Tell me, honey.” Alex leaned closer, lowering his voice as if he was about to reveal the biggest secret in the world. “The truth is that when your creator was arranging the pieces to mold you,” Alex began with playful seriousness. “Some angel somewhere started making noise and caused a big distraction.” Lucas was already smiling. “So your creator turned away to settle the angels’ quarrel,” Alex continued. “But when he came back, he forgot he had already dropped one genital earlier, so he dropped another one again.”

The rhythm of our voices intertwines, creating a haunting melody that fills the room. As the ritual progresses, they sprinkle sacred herbs over Drew’s body, whispering prayers for his safe passage. The pendant is placed gently against his chest, a symbol of his rank and the love he held for his pack. With each word spoken, the weight of our loss transforms into a collective strength, binding us together in our grief and resolve.

“You see? A mate bond doesn’t die when rejected. It only… ferments.” Dax grabbed my wrist. “Aria! Decide!” I fought to stop, teeth bared, hands shaking. The voice in my bones returned—calm, ancient: Speak. I didn’t know what word to use. I didn’t know what I was allowed to command. But I knew what I refused. My throat burned as I forced the air out. “STOP.” The word hit the chamber like a slammed door. Ash surged up my legs, cold and black, and wrapped around my ankles like armor.

He asked when he finally deduced that we weren’t going to say anything to him. I turned away from them with a sigh, “No. Ikea says it was lost in the war, the cry of the wolves, or whatever she called it—" “You mean the roar of the three wolves? As in the three sons of Avidacus,” David interjected, correcting me. “Yes, that war. If the moon crest was lost all those years ago in that ancient war, how are we supposed to find it now?” Frustration gripped my tone, “It just makes no sense.”