Novels by ArcDreamer

/ErickOne bedroom apartment, quite spacious and at the same time absolutely crammed up with endless papers.I was indulging in my morning coffee, whilst taking in the view from his window - outside it was sunrise, it was early autumn morning. The mist in the air gave the mysterious feeling to the town below. Everyone was waking up to their jobs, to the assignments that were waiting for them in the office, to the never ending flow of consumers and service.I was enjoying this time of the day. When all was still about to wake up for a day filled with tasks and things to do.Staying in Tokyo made me absolutely comfortable in many ways. Although it was such a buzz filled place, I enjoyed living here. Outskirts of a big city, the more "down to earth" feeling to it, compared with the central.I came here barely a year ago. Luckily for me, I landed a job with a publishing company. Being the writer for a publishing house. Every few weeks I'd have my manager come over to have a chat, check pr

/Ella Buzz of the laptop woke me up. It was still the middle of the night. The work that I kept on exploring - my great quest - still in the document format on the screen. Auto saved multiple times. I looked at the door - closed. It was open before. I remember how it was absolutely open before. My eyes darted across the room - checking if all was still intact, in the same place, untouched. I breathed out in relief - Erick was on the sofa. Asleep."Thank goodness it was just you." - I thought to myself. Finding lighter and ashtray in the pile of paperwork scattered across the table was a little task. The piles of the paper could slush down if not moved carefully. After finding the two ingredients, I reached into my pocket to pull a pack of reds out. Flicker of a lighter, zip sound and the cigarette was lit. I took a sweet dose of nicotine. Looking at my sleeping brother was my great meditation. He always looked absolutely peaceful, like all the worries in their world never exis

/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

/NikoThe entrance to this forsaken place was guarded by scale covered ash ghouls. All this menace was left for Ary to deal with, well, enough killed for us to make way to get in. For more than one reason Ary was deeply involved in this mess. Using his dark magic Ary managed to get all of us inside the ruined castle safely.Halls were long and dark, light was a luxury here, since all that was made to have light was broken a long time ago. Moon lizards were roaming around halls, with their claws scratching walls and ceiling as they moved around.The sudden cracking sound of the burning furnace and weeping in pain was audible. It felt like outside had become a sort of menacing purgatory. The sound of ghouls, screeching in agony, as they burned alive.“That’s a dragon. Calm down.” – Gabriel said.“What’s a dragon doing here?” – Asked Yuki.“Occasionally these creatures migrate further from Sky Garden. Perhaps this one got fascinated by all the murky ghouls here and decided to have fun by

/NikoBird tweeting is joyous, sun is shining bright, wind is caressing skin softly. Yet the sour faces of the gentlemen are annoying to boot. I kept my hands in my pockets, as I walked. Knight walked beside Erick at all times, just like Yuki did. Both were pressured about recovering their Rose, as well as keeping him safe. Ary lead way.Ary sometimes would be there to join me, without any words, to walk beside me. There was the sense of the pain and camaraderie that was only shared in this miniscule way we could. Others were not part of it.“Your brother is up to some really interesting things.” - I let out quietly, so others would not hear, as we were going through the woods.“I’m not even surprised that you know of him and what he does.” - Ary said dryly.“Even though you are like that, he might be interested in, maybe, getting to know you again.” - I said.Ary gave me a glance.“As much as my brother Verin is a pompous brat, he’d not ever dare speak to me. After the blessings we’

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