Arcane Academy The Divine Extraction Legacy Novels & Stories

At a quiet alcove near the throne, Queen Mother Ivora’s elder nanny, Mistress Vandis—once her childhood mentor in courtly ritual—stepped forward, gray hair braided with silver filaments of old blood-magics. Her voice was soft but carried like poison. “Your Majesty, if I may speak on the matter,” she murmured, and when given permission by the King himself she continued, “there exists a rite older than even the Moon’s Judgment. A shadowed weaving of bone and essence that can bind even divine scars… for a price.” A pin-drop hush fell. Eyes darted toward the nanny: Queen Mother Ivora again paled for the briefest instant, then her eyes narrowed. She smiled—thin, hungry. “Tell me more.”

"He is evil because you are good, we need to ruin your good girl image... He thinks you are serene, calm, collective and angel fallen from heaven... Let's show him your devil's side..." Sayesha smirked. "What are you thinking?" Vera frowned, she knows that Sayesha is chaos. Vera gasped when Sayesha grabbed her purse and pulled out the black card which Vlad has placed in her purse forcefully. "I knew it will here.." "I am not using his money for anything...." Vera shook her head. "If you are not using then I will..." Sayesha grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the caffe. "It's been long I haven't done shopping..."

I hoisted it high and smashed it down hard on the glowing, sacred altar. With a deafening boom, the whole manor shook violently. The divine altar shattered into a million pieces. Generations of pure divine power and countless artifacts were destroyed in an instant. They exploded into a shower of light. Without hesitation, I drew my dagger and slit my own wrist. Hot blood gushed out. It mixed with the pure divine power and flooded into the sacrificial array buried underground. I sacrificed my family's entire legacy and glory to the darkest abyss. In return, I got forbidden access.

One explosion of power. One dragon. I knelt, fingers skimming the edge of the ashen fissure that stretched from the arena’s center to its far reaches. The residual energy singed at my fingertips, not cold like Nerezza enchantments or crackling like Everley spells. It was heat, ancient and inherited, threaded through with something savage. Raw. Untamed. It wasn’t just power. It was legacy. Flame-born and untamed. It was the kind of magic mentioned in ancient texts with hushed reverence. The type of magic no one had seen since the fall of the Aurelian house.

"Focus on the Covenant. Focus on why your mother started this. Not the power. The Love." He pressed the Legacy Key into the interface, and the world vanished. I wasn't in the Oasis anymore. I was in a vast, echoing cathedral of data. It was the Perpetual Archive, but it was alive. I saw my mother’s first ethical charter floating like a constellation. I saw my father’s strategic blueprints for the GTT. And I saw the ghosts, millions of them. The Synthetic Identities Soren had created were still there, drifting like grey mist in the corners of the grid’s mind.

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

"This is the Resonance Stone. It's a sacred relic that's been around for over 1,000 years. It measures your level of arcane power and which realm you've reached. "All you have to do is place your palm on the symbol at its center and channel your energy. The stone will light up a different color depending on your level—yellow for Awakening, green for Foundation, blue for Core Formation, purple for Great Decator, scarlet for Arcane High Priest, and the legendary crimson Light of Ascension, which even I've never seen in my lifetime." The crowd sucked in a breath the moment he finished. A lot of the younger practitioners stared at the stone like it was everything they'd ever dreamed of.

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

"Satake Crow is who you have always been regardless of what new revelations come. I have also chosen to run from things about myself. It's why I chose to lie to you about my identity the moment we met. You see, I am perceived more as a friend than an instant fiend if no one knows I am related to the Candice Blossom AKA the wolf poacher. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to disassociate myself with the evil that Candice committed but that was a lie I was content telling myself. The truth was I wanted to completely cut myself from my family's legacy. My family has done horrible things to stay at the top of the magic hierarchy. I was afraid soon that legacy would catch up with me and

That was the exact torment I’d been enduring for the past month. “It’s ‘Blood Withdrawal’,” Elder Alaric explained. “A guardian’s sacred blood, especially Alaina’s, after a hundred years of blood pacts with you, has resonated with your soul and magic. It soothes your rage, purifies your power. Now that she has severed that source, your body and soul are paying the price for your century of ‘taking’.” "It will torture you for the rest of your eternal life," Elder Alaric finished, his voice grim. "A constant reminder... of what you threw away.”