Arcane Academy The Divine Extraction Legacy Novels & Stories

“Even if you don’t trust our intent and doubt me and Darius, that’s fine. But at least give us a little grace as we would never do something so horrendous to the son of the man who led you. All of this is for his future.” They all shared glances. Even Frank’s face started to soften. “If there comes a time when something even bigger comes at us and we can’t do more with my powers and need brute strength, wouldn’t it be great to have the vampires on our side? They have the speed and the strength. Aaron. That’s the name of Aeron’s child. He’s not here today because I didn’t know how you would all take it, and I didn’t want things to get ugly in front of him. He’s the heir to all of this. He’ll

, Sebastian asked thoroughly confused by Adam’s words. “When he challenged Eloy Ahearn for the Alpha of Alphas title, you know to be the leader of all Alphas on the continent, he needed support to win the challenge. The only support he could get for his cause was with the humans. Especially, the group humans that despised werewolves. Your grandfather was blinded by his hunger for power and money, and agreed to all demands they made. I don’t know what was in the weapons they used, but they messed us up.”, Adam shared a piece of history with Sebastian that he had only vaguely heard of.

While forming Carodia and creating the first wolves called legacies, Tuiren states here that she had regrets. She knew her gifted wolves will rise against her later on and so she made bloodlines and a clan of silver wolves to be their worst enemy. "Do you see it now?" Wendy asks, moments later. She knows I've picked the right book for a start. I run my fingers over the Celtic symbols of fire and water imprinted on a page. Tuiren had used these for her creations and that was why each legacy could control either of the elements. "A legacy is not the most powerful wolf alive. I am." I breathe the last words out. The realization shocks me. It's like Tuiren made my kind as a check on the first wo

Her heart twisted painfully—not because she wanted to cry, but because something deep inside her responded to his pain. Damian watched all this with a grim satisfaction. He spoke again, voice booming “MENAR SOLD RINA’S CHILD. AMELIA RAISED HER UNKNOWINGLY. THE CHILD RAN AWAY. AND THAT CHILD—” He pointed at Elina,“—is MY daughter, and the rightful princess of the Dam-Nighade Legacy.” Chaos erupted. Some dropped to their knees. Some covered their mouths. Some just stared at Elina like they couldn’t believe their eyes.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

The gold ichor at her feet pulsed in answer, its presence suddenly more deliberate, less erratic than it had been a moment before. Celeste stared at the word for a long moment, the blood still humming in the seal, the corridor now silent except for the low hum of the academy’s wards trying to steady themselves. The word looked like a promise carved into stone: Divine Hemokenesis. The name was ugly, practical, and terrifyingly accurate. She had taken divine blood—god-blood—and held it in place, forcing it to bend to her will through the power of her blood magic instead of brute force. The ability was exactly what she had done instinctively, raised to a new, sharper level.

He takes the metal plate meant for his clock and places it in his pocket before opening the compartment. Inside the chest is a knife that is holster. The holder itself is made from black leather that has the words inscribed on the spine: “Leon.” Troy grabs the encased weapon. This isn’t the first time he has tried this and it sure isn’t going to be the last time. Troy walks over to the middle of the room and slides the rug aside. The wooden floor is marked with conduits carved in by a knife. Though these countless catalysts that are carved in have giant crosses in them which signified that these are ultimately failed attempts of the spell. The boy sits down at one of the edges of the canvas

And awakening a certain scoundrel. “How are the rituals going?” I asked, changing the subject entirely. At once, Alaric’s shoulders sagged. “Light-gods, Grandmama wants to kill me.” I chuckled. Alaric comes from an ancient bloodline tied to the forgotten dwellers of ruins, which means he has a strong arcane tradition, old rites, and ancestral obligations to uphold. The full story was far more complicated, but the bottom line was this: his family was old, traditional, and stubborn as stone.