When he returned to the kitchen, he noticed Jess and Angela bustling around, preparing various items for consumption. There were reassuringly regular eggs, bacon, and toast, but also more exotic fare consisting of blue meats and glasses of purple drink that seemed to fizzle and pop of their own a...
“I’m not a Prince,” Arcturus said into the silence with a growing sense of incredulity. “I figured out while you were all talking that my father was probably Terran, which, by the way, is still taking me a while to process. It’s easy to acknowledge this entire nightmare is real...
Angela was the first person he noticed fully, sitting at the head of a rectangular table that could seat six, her chair facing the wall to the left of the archway through which he’d entered. She was wearing a simple white shirt and a pair of blue breeches that matched her eyes, with her long br...
Arcturus awoke to the sound of voices, his eyes opening to take in the white-painted ceiling above.
A moment of grogginess had him blinking to dispel the lingering effects of weariness before he felt his ears twitch slightly, as if automatically adjusting to better hear the nearby voices ex...
Arcturus deliberately refocused on the task at hand, eyes once more locked on the primary attributes that defined the essence of his being with their deceptively simple mathematical values. If he focused on any of them hard enough, he would receive a list of hypot...
Arcturus’ gaze remained locked on his helpless foe, a dark thrill surging through him.
He knew this wasn’t the man who’d killed Angela, thanks to context clues, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Holding the intruder in a crushing vise of telekinetic force, seeing the strugg...
Arcturus spun at the sound of shattering glass, realizing a moment later that it meant someone had just smashed in the window of Angela’s store. He opened his mouth to speak, but was abruptly cut off by Angela pushing what seemed to be a pistol into...
Arcturus vaguely noticed the light from outside the store dimming, but paid it no mind.
He was tired, tired of trying to pretend that everything was alright, that he didn’t miss his parents, that he wanted anything more than to see his father walk in and declare it was going to b...
“This here is your standard aether rifle. Three hundred meter range, as opposed to the standard one hundred, single-shot accurate, and with limited but effective burst-fire capability in a pinch,” the enthusiastic brunette speaking to him said with a smile, her blue eyes twinkling wi...
Arcturus drifted in the void of his mind, vaguely aware of his physical body moving with outside impetus. It was not so much a sensation as it was an understanding, a comprehension of altered position that flitted across his mind in a mix of alarm and concern, before being relegated to the recess...
He had to be smart, and on top of that, he was losing blood, which meant that eventually the fatigue would catch up to him—slowing him down at a vital moment, and making him an easy target for the Dire Wolf.
Congratulations! Aether use unlocked! You are now able to make use of the mystical abilities tied to Aether manipulation, allowing you to cast and understand magic in all of its many fantastical and myriad forms.
Arcturus shot bolt upright, panting, hands running over his naked body in panic.
He remembered everything: the alarm, the phone message, the kiss with Amélie—panic surged through him again, balanced with adrenaline and anger. The shooter was still at large.
Arcturus took a moment to compose himself and catch his breath, straightening his jacket and double-checking himself in the glass of the door. Vanity was the last thing on his mind, concerned as he was with making sure that Alanna wasn’t aware she’d made him sprint to arrive. Letting The Dict...
Arcturus’ back hit the mat with a shock of impact, compelling a groan of pain from his lips. A laugh from above drew his attention, and he turned to where his father was standing victoriously, arms folded across his black tank top and a pleased grin on his face.
Explosions and shouting voices followed as the corridor outside the fortified ritual chamber carried the sounds of conflict to the armored individuals within. The speaker was a woman attired for war, with elegant silvery plates layered over glinting chainm...
Leonidas strode through the streets of Dawnhaven with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand wrapped around the hilt of his [Archon’s Psiblade], while its blade rested on his right shoulder and the [Spatial Backpack] he wore. His b...
“{You certainly seem prepared, Achilles. How do you feel?}”
Leonidas glanced at Ceruviel when she spoke, pausing in the process of latching the last of the straps on his [Spatial Backpack]. It had been a gift from the Duchess herse...
Honor is worthless if you are too dead to revel in it.
The words of her mother thrummed in Xarina’s mind as she flowed through the motion of her forms, twin shortswords whining through the air with a lethal hum as her white h...
First, good news! I have the next 10 days off work so I can write to my heart's content and keep pumping those muddafukken numbers, SON. Very excited for that. I would like to finish Book 2 by Feb.
Leonidas and Ceruviel arrived at her study minutes later, entered without ceremony, and proceeded immediately toward the hidden, psi-warded meditation chamber. Once inside, the pair separated, with Leonidas proceeding to the center of the...
I have reviewed all the comments sent in by various people here, and with gratitude at that. This new version of Chapter 16, truncated both for length reasons and for impact, is the Second Draft, with a large overhaul to the tone and language.
Please read through and tell me your thought...
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