Novel & Cerita Arcane Academy The Divine Extraction Legacy

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.

I asked surprised at the news. “Yes, being a god is just touching the tip of supernaturalism. Mazikeen did not find a normal or a good source of power. He found an ancient evil. One which has been imprisoned and could draw others near himself. He offered Monar, the name Mazikeen bore before he became unnatural, great things and Mazikeen was drawn to the offer. He accepted it but the cost was his humanity. Monar also had a strange human gift too being of the fact that he was of the forgotten world. A world that is fantastical, where beasts and people who lived there were so strong and fantastical that they were like mini gods.” The Golden queen smiled sadly. “My home which I had to destroy be

My heart raced in my chest as I tried to break free from the spell. But my efforts were futile. The magic held me in place, suffocating me, as though the very air was pressing down on my chest, keeping me trapped. I gritted my teeth and pushed forward, summoning every last bit of strength I had. But in one final burst, I was flung across the room. My body collided with the cold, unforgiving stone floor, and a wave of dizziness swept over me. My head pounded, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not after everything we’d been through.

Draven stepped behind her silently. The air practically crackled when he moved. The hybrid had the magic of four different bloodlines racing through his veins: dragon, wolf, vampire, and wizard. It was no wonder older Arcanists warned students about rubbing shoulders with the Interregnum breeding program. But Draven was here to help us stop them. I descended the last step of the staircase. The relic chamber yawned open beneath our feet like some gaping maw. The ceiling towered overhead inside the circular chamber. Pillars of ancient stone reinforced the roof, runic elemental symbols burning brightly along their sides, supporting the university building above us. In the center of the room sat

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

Evan was in a mysterious white space. An old stranger just handed Evan his legacy in full. The information crashed into Evan's mind like the waves of the sea. Eventually, the waves condensed into three simple words. They read, 'Ninefold Arcane Arts.' The Ninefold Arcane Arts had everything from geomancy and martial arts to medicine, formations, and mystic arts. He tried to use it a little, and energy was starting to fill his battered body. "It's actually working!" He was delighted. A sliver of energy popped up in his elixir field, and it was like a dragon flying in the skies. Even his senses were sharpened.

“You want an exemption for your bloodline. Did Lucian tell you what happens to exempt bloodlines when divine arbitration ends?” She stilled for some time quietly “They will eventually become anchors,” I said. “The god will live through them. Every consequence it cannot resolve—every imbalance—settles there within them.” A ripple of unease spread across the hall. “You’ll reign untouched,” I added quietly, “until the cost collects.” Lucian stepped forward. “Speculation.” “No,” I replied. “Record.” I pressed my palm to the stone again. The Archive Stone stirred—not fully awakening, but remembering. Images flickered briefly in the air: ancient packs hollowed out, bloodlines collapsing under unse

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou