Arcane Academy The Divine Extraction Legacy Novels & Stories

And I knew he meant it. Jayden placed his hand on my shoulder, channeling his fire to heal the marks of the Black Silver. “We are no longer playing defense. Adrik wants the Portal. He will have war.” Brayden analyzed the situation, his eyes fixed on the runic pattern on my wrists. “My preliminary analysis of the Moonstone marks confirms the existence of Essence Extraction Magic. More importantly, the fact that the Spirit Wolf will expel you and break the spell means that Nira will not tolerate the ritual. The enemy cannot use your power without your consent.”

_______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ END OF CHAPTER ONE

Tara was only allowed to partake with the others after strong pressure from her grandmother. She could still remember the look of shock in all their faces after they all went into the pool and went through the trials and they all came out. A large number had green arcane marks glowing on their bodies which marked them as battle mages, eleven had blue arcane marks glowing on their bodies marking them as members of the thirteen, Anu had silver, marking her as the second, and she had Gold, marking her as the heir to the matron. ”You- you had something to do with this…” Anu had turned and pointed a challenging finger at the matron after getting over the initial surprise. Everyone gasped, surpris

Seeing that Caleb remained silent, the ancient voice continued, "Kid, do you not want my legacy? Become my apprentice, and this Elemental Palace will be yours too! It draws Reiki from everywhere, gathering it here—it's the perfect place for cultivation!" The ancient voice continued to thunder the soul, while the massive pupils contracted, his presence at once menacing. "Kid… the heritage zone, providence, legacies, mystic treasures… are those not what all humans seek? Come on, free your soul and accept my legacy…" "Who are you?" Caleb finally asked. The ancient voice laughed. "Hehe. Such a wary child… Not bad, you do have the right to be my apprentice… I am a divine black dragon of the Panth

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..."

“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