Arcane Academy The Divine Extraction Legacy Novels & Stories

“Then let’s do it.” They gathered in the center of the courtyard, the air thrumming with anticipation. Aria pricked her finger, then Caden’s, their blood mingling on the fang’s surface. Finally, she gently pricked Rollan’s tiny finger, his soft cry piercing her heart. Their blood merged, and the relic blazed with golden light, its power surging through them. But as the light reached its zenith, a chilling laugh echoed from the shadows. Lena—forgotten in the chaos, stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You think you’ve won?” she hissed. “Darius was a fool, but I serve a greater power.”

"I am the one who authorized your 'Creation-Arc', Silas. I am the one who approved the 'Tragic Backstory' that gives your blades their edge. You are a very expensive 'Special Effect'." I stepped forward, my boots clicking on the white glass floor. The **Admin-Key** in my chest was throbbing, a hot, violet warning. "You’re a parasite," I said, my voice echoing in the infinite void. "You’ve spent centuries harvesting 'Humanity' because you don't have any of your own. You turned my father into a 'Self-Insert' and my life into a 'Pilot Episode'." "Drama," the CEO sighed, leaning back. "Always the drama. That’s why the Vance Legacy has such high 'Retention Rates'. You’re so wonderfully *earnest*,

“Do you think a divine-grade pill is some ordinary medicine anyone can casually possess?” The scholar did not even wait for a response before continuing. “Most Alphas present here probably don’t possess a divine pill.” “Even many Lycan Lords cannot boast of owning one.” “Only ancient packs with deep heritage and surviving legacies from ancient times would possess such treasures.” “And even then, those pills would be treated as sacred heirlooms or ultimate trump cards reserved for extremely important figures within the pack.” He spoke at length while explaining patiently to the pretty female beside him, completely ignoring the furious warrior.

“Who the fuck are we hunting?” Aeron moves back from me and looks down, his body shaking as he tries to gather himself. For a second, I think he’s going to shut down again, but then his eyes flicker up to meet Nero’s. “Legacy’s pack,” he croaks. “They’ve been … running a fighting ring on the side. Using wolves from other packs as bait. They didn’t care who … or how many they killed. They just wanted blood. I was trying to expose him to Creed Volkov and got closer to them, but Legacy caught on and wanted to teach me a lesson.”

Cracks veined the once-pristine stones and scattered among them were shimmering shards that pulsed faintly with a soft, rhythmic light—like a heartbeat that refused to die. Aria dropped to her knees, her hands hovering over the fragments. A warmth spread through her fingertips—familiar, aching. It was the same pulse she had felt when she first discovered her Luna bloodline. But now it was weaker. Injured. Kael crouched beside her. “Can it be restored?” Magnus looked grim. “Perhaps. But not with strength alone. It’ll take sacrifice. And knowledge we may not have.” “No,” Aria said firmly, lifting one of the shards. “We do. My mother’s grimoire—hidden in the archives beneath the High Council Ha

his voice echoed faintly through the system. The silver connectors pulsed softly. “Legacy root awakening,” the system announced. Kane’s head snapped up. “No,” he whispered. My father’s voice carried through external audio. “What is the legacy root?” The architect answered weakly. “Pre-architect governance layer.” Arden blinked. “You’re telling me there was something before you?” “Yes.” The silver connectors moved again. One aligned above my head. One above Arden’s. The third remained between us. “Assessment in progress,” the system said.

“But what you’re trying to summon is no longer Evelyn. She’s Azrael’s final piece — and I will take it to forge a new era.” Lucien looked up, blood rising into a storm. “You don’t understand the meaning of blood.” Alaric smirked. “Blood is just a tool, Lucien. And so are you.” He snapped his fingers. Genesis roared, firing a red plasma beam that tore the ground apart. Lucien reacted instantly. He raised a hand, summoning blood-chains from the air, coiling around Genesis’s limbs. They exploded in shrieking bursts, blood and metal spraying like a blade-storm.

The Goddess extended her hand, and the stars moved to form visions—of a woman with Lyra’s eyes chanting in moonlight, of a man with a wolf’s rage battling an Elder mage, of a child born in secret, marked at birth by silver fire. “You are not the Moonbreaker,” the Goddess said. “You are the Moon’s Legacy. My final chance to restore what was taken.” “Taken by the Elders?” “No. Taken by fear. When wolves chose obedience over truth.” --- A New Power — And a Warning The stars spiraled again, collapsing into a single point of light. It floated to Lyra’s palm, weightless and warm. “Take it,” the Goddess whispered. “It will awaken what lies dormant. But power cannot change the world alone. For that…

Then Victor spoke up cautiously, “ The Cross family is not an ordinary family. It is far beyond your imagination. Owning half the country would be considered insignificant compared to the power the Cross family truly has.” Ethan's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned. “Explain.” “The Cross lineage has controlled global assets for generations. Banking networks, private security divisions, technological holdings—---most of them unknown to the public.” Victor explained. “And you expect me to believe I come from that?” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “ You do not need belief,” Victor replied, “Only confirmation.” Ethan glanced at his arm again. Seventeen years. A memory he never understood. “What happ

“I am sorry, Ma’am but we don’t have another pair of this pendant,” the jeweller apologized. “A gentleman bought the other one just minutes ago,” she informed. Dr. Natalie, Hazel’s daughter, looked down at the pendant with the letters, ‘M’ and ‘N’ intertwined in a heart and debated with herself if she should get through the whole ordeal of proposing Marcus or not ? Marcus was Dmitri and Audrey’s son. A lot was on stake, not only their relationship as colleagues at the hospital but also as best friends !