Novels by ArcDreamer

/AdrianHave been observing Killian's place to see if there is anything different. From the moment Niko disappeared from all possible places through the worlds - I had to know where she went. Could not disappear so easy, could she?An odd thing I witnessed - the man that looks relatively out of place, with his white hair, went into the Killians place. Then a bit later - Killian himself walks out to go somewhere. I stay in my place.Seeing the owner go out and back in a matter of a half-hour or so - with a huge luggage bag - that's a given that something is up.Then after around an hour - walked out and went towards the region known for the bars and clubs. I'm still in the car right across from the Killians place. Not knowing what to expect next, but feeling like there's something that I need to know now.Well well, who would have thought I'd see the devil himself walk into the Killians den, as I see the spit image of Ary go into the place.Now that is something I should investigate cl

/NikoAs I was mulling over how to rid the space from Leo, Killian came in."What the hell?" - His concerned voice was heavy."Send Leo away somewhere. So we have some time to plan things. Call in Ary. We're in trouble." - That's all I can let out.Killian gives a nod, as he goes out. I'm still on the floor, trying to catch my breath, to sort of think up what's next.Somehow - getting the full gang of who I AM aware of - should do some trick. Should help somehow.A few minutes later - Killian returns."He's out. Come on." - He comes over, hands softly picking me up, carrying me to the bar, helping me onto the padded chair."I called Ary. He's on his way." - Killian spoke. Decisiveness, strength is in his voice. A person one can rely on. Someone who is there no matter what. A balm to my soul, to say currently."Babe, I saw the psychopath in action." - I begin. - "You know how the damned White Hare was ape shit mad at torture?""Oh that absolute nutcase? Yup." - Killian says."Haha, yea

/NikoI walked behind Killian, further in and down - a specially built cellar that also was used as a cell for the interrogations, from way back when. Occasionally it was indeed 'checked-in', as once in a while we had some issues with some bits that came from other realities. Ones that mainly posed problems for us, due to the high influence of Adrian. That damn brat.Killian got the girl out, put her on the chair, tied her up, just for safety reasons. Then courteously got to go. Before he left, I caught him by the hand, halting his stride."Do not share a single thing there. I'll check what he's done, then we'll plan." - I said.Killian drew closer to my face, giving me a peck on my forehead."It's okay your Majesty. I got it." - He replied, gave me a pat on the shoulder and left.I turned to my other 'half'. So then. What did happen for Killian to so easily and so hastily get you here? I came closer, touched her forehead. She moaned up, slowly moving. As she wakes up. That made me hav

/HikaruThus far, operating from where I was with Niko, I understood that I do need help. Keeping that girl in a safe place is one thing, but no matter what I do - her memories do not seem to return. It's like battling the air, when there is nothing helping.The one thing that came by is a person she once worked with. A very cold person that cleaned the streets from thugs with his own gang of misfits, eventually becoming one of the notorious leaders, keeping own order to things, keeping the whole system as he willed it. I managed to know that with time, he left it all for her and another person to run, as he went into "hiding".Though, I guess he was just fed up with the endless mess that had to be controlled. He opened the flower shop, with a bar on the floor above. Still being the hand that controls decisions from the shadows, being a bartender who only appears for certain people.It took me a bit of time to find him through the parallels, to find the right one with the flower shop a

/Verin“Just how long is it going to take?” - Resam looked at my struggles. Dealing with technology that was more than a century old.“Give me some time. One must keep patience.” - I fiddled with mechanisms.Loud roar of the dragon shook the earth, sending shivers. Huge armoured dragon landed in the resistance camp. Forces of protectors have come together here to be ready for when the King's men will attack.Elvish man, the same who gave lift to David, stepped off from the dragon's back, holding onto armour that covered the beast. He looked around, eyes seeking for someone. Dragon grunted, which got a slight tap on the nose from the man. Elf gave another look to the surrounding soldiers, then his eyes met with Resams' gaze, making him walk towards this old man.“This barrier mechanism needs some elvish touch.” - He spoke, as he pushed me aside, then switched some gears on this old thing. The moment he said something in Elvish, producing the last click with a switch - gears went in mot

/NikoLong underground hallway that leads to the sacred room. In its possession is a sacred weapon, capable of slaying anyone and anything in this realm whether monster or human, magical or not.This weapon is blessed with a Demons strength, Goddesses light, Witches curse, Human hope and the Elders bliss. The makers of the weapon held great power once. If legends are speaking the truth - some of them are still alive. Still wielding great power.The basic ones to cast such a great feat on a piece of an item were quite the messy lot - Me, Anne, Goddess, Ary and Maddy. We did so when the War with Fifth Realm came to us.The King of Sopdar is seeking protection by possessing this weapon. He and his army are crossing the mountain of Three Saint Sages. Ready to rampage the towns, take over the land, then get the weapon and rule this world, or more accurately - the remains of this world.They still don’t know many flaws this weapon has, nor the fact that only ones who travelled through paral

Radio is playing in the background. The papers are being checked, the laptop is on, the projects are open for review.“Agne! Agne!” - Tomas is shouting from the corridor of the centre.“Here!” - Agne replies, as she’s buried in her work.Tomas walks in, with his outside winter coat, red cheeks, boots, and a very happy expression on his face.“Can you imagine? Ok, ok!” - He tries to catch breath. - “Remember Egle? She managed to sign a contract with a recording studio, she’ll be a full time singer! On TV! Isn’t that amazing?!” - Tomas was overjoyed with the great news.Agne looked at him with a smile, a cheeky look, then smacked her lips and replied: “I received email from her yesterday. You’re late news, ha!”Tomas clicked tongue, then began taking the coat off:“You’re just… Tsk. Hate that about you.”Agne laughed.“But I am really proud of her. She did great.”Buzz of cars was audible from an open crack in a window. Office needed some good air in. The place was packed with youngster

“Don’t forget to water irises!” - Father loudly remarks from the porch, as I stand further out in the garden. Instead of shouting a reply I simply wave a hand. I can hear him clicking his tongue, from all the way out here, as he dropped his hand in that dissatisfied gesture at me. “Asshole.” - I mutter under my breath. The hose sprinkles the water over the flower bed, the evening is letting the heat of the sun die down. It’s quite the odd heat in July, but still, it makes me enjoy it as it goes. “Alois!” - The old lady Margaret that lives up on the third floor waves at me from the balcony. “Evening!” - I reply to her with a smile. “Come get apple pie, once you finish! I baked a lot!” - Margaret giggled and went back in. She’s by far the nicest lady I’ve met in my life. She is easy to be around, so very relaxing and nice. Unlike my father, for example. The old man is bossing me around a lot, yet I’m alright with it. I get that he’s doing his best in his own way, with over the to

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…” His lips were pressed together, as he listened to this woman and her long list of things she “wants to be forgiven”.Businesswoman, great stature, connections and looks. She was the typical epitome of “femme fatale”. In early forties, suited to the most expensive taste and always sweetly talking. Due to being closely raised in a monastery, this priest got to be in his position quite young - special devoted case. Since childhood he was looked at as a saint - albino by nature. White hair, white brows and lashes, eyes blue. Nuns were calling him the “godsent angel” who will cleanse and help lost souls. Being quite bored with this womans confession, Lavan observed the fly that was crawling over the red velvet curtain. Tiny legs hurriedly making way up and down, then standing still. Like it observed the priest, as he observed the fly. “Ah, another thing that will end dead and dried on a windowsill.” - Lavan thought as his eyes traced flys movemen

Another end of day for the “Dame Rose Atelier”. The doors are locked from inside, sign flipped to “closed”, the show room is cleaned up. The only person left inside is tailor. In the back of the atelier, with rows of fabric, shelves of buttons and neatly organised equipment on the table, near the sewing machine, a tailor sat on the chair. The fitting mannequin wore a draft for a suit jacket. Phone dings, Richard notes down another appointment on his phone. He took out the notebook and signed into it the time and name of the new person. The new person suggested by Collin, friend of Richards, was a famous male actor and big celeb. “Although Collin said that the man requires a suit for Gala, it’s just odd he’s eager to get it here.” - Richard spoke out. When there was no one around, Richard had a tendency to talk to himself. Well, anticipating troublesome customers was to be looked forward to. The next day began as usual. The assistant came in to greet any customers, help them a

Streets of town are buzzing with life this weekend. The celebrations are soon to commence and everyone is working hard to prep for the town festival. Young ladies and gents flocking to the corner flower shop to request more and more flower arrangements to put outside their houses. It’s lively inside with smiles and laughter. The young owner of the place - Stella is on a mission to bring the happiness and joy to the locals with what she best can. From morning until late evening she is buzzing like a bee to get things done. Even today - she is mad at work with making it all before attending a requested meeting in a local orphanage. She was looking for it for a while. After lunch, as Stella left the flower shop for Barry to manage, she got in her car and was ready to depart when her mobile rang. “Hello, Stella listening!” - She spoke in a cheerful voice. “Ah, yes, Stella!” - Orphanage director called, - “I apologize, but unfortunately there is no time for meeting today. I have to co

His devotion to the surrounding life was admirable. He was the perfect neighbor, the really appreciative son, great friend, the irreplaceable worker, the most pleasing person on a train, the nice helpful stranger and the biggest hearted human one could possibly ask for. Friends were absolutely loving him - he was the host of dreams. Every meetup, gathering, event or simple tea time was always requested to be hosted by him. He managed to please every person attending. Each of these events were leading to his increase in popularity. Girls were in awe from his gallantry and mindfulness of them. Ladies kept on asking him to become their boyfriend, lover, best friend. There were even ones so desperate that proposed - but he kept on saying that no matter how fond he is of them, there will be a better suitor for the amazing ladies they are. Each day after long work he’d come to his studio flat on the tenth floor with a fantastic view towards the river that separated his housing block and