Vi Pfp Arcane Novels & Stories

Nodding I cleared my throat, I didn’t want to sound like a fucking pussy when I answered him, because he might be young enough to be my son, but he would end my life in one second if I didn’t watch myself. “Yes alpha, but more than just knowing what you are, I also know who you are. You’re the Arcane pack, the children of Gaia tribe,” it was then that I saw sparks of gold dancing along with the linings of his eyes, he was keeping calm yet I could tell that all it would take would be one wrong move on my part and then game over. “How do you know so much about us, you’re human, confiding in you’re kind became redundant the day those who seem to hold power over you declared our kind to be nothi

I knew the twenty VIP students in this year's freshman class, their alliances, their betrayals, their endings. The manuscript called them the Critical Twenty. Powers that would shape the next decade of supernatural politics. Seven males of particular note — the love interests, the rivals, the predators who would circle the heroine until the final page. I was supposed to be dead by Chapter Four. Background tragedy. Motivation for the real protagonist. Instead I stood in the registration hall, very much alive, and the story had no script for me anymore. "High Arcanist Duskbane." The clerk's voice cracked. "Provost Azazel requests your presence. Pre-ceremony briefing. Mandatory."

"My remote firewall is a temporary patch. If Seraphina has my old encryption key, she will bypass the silver-gates by midnight tomorrow." "You walk into Lucien Varkane's private server vault, and he will never let you leave, Xender," Briar warns, his voice dropping into a harsh rasp. "He is an Alpha-prime. He smells your value. He will claim your mind and your body the second you show a weakness." "Let him try," I spit, jamming my slate back into my gear pocket. "I am not the weak little submissive Tristan locked in a cage. If Varkane tries to put a collar on me, I'll carve his heart out."

Victoria trailed off, trying to figure out what to say. “Here is everything the three of you need to know,” Ms Philip extended a paper towards April G, completely ignoring her concern. “Weaknesses, strengths, history, etc.” she said in a casual tone. “It’s called the Archfiend Monster.”r “I don’t think I am ready for this” Madison protested”.