Arcane Artbook Novels & Stories

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

’ ‘No idea… gut feeling’ ‘Or you’re the most intuitive wolf spirit I’ve ever encountered’ ‘Or that’ she replied proud of herself. I peel off the leather cover and find myself admiring and caressing the intricate design of the book cover. In its center, 3 moons are carved in the thick front cover. A full moon in the middle, flanked by to mirrored crescent moons. The full Moon hosts inside of it a tree with arrows instead of leaves, a smooth tree trunk line and 2 symmetrical curved roots pointing right and left. One could tell that the carving was actually burned wood, manufactured in a perfect style, but what was weird and beautiful in fact was that the golden-bronze background was moving, sw

I was so buried in the search when Andrian called out to me. “My Alpha, I think I found it.” Hearing that made my heart thump a bit. I swiftly ran to where he was. A small book, which shouldn’t be more than two hundred pages, was in his hand. I collected the book from him. The covering was a deep crimson hue, reminiscent of a blood moon casting its eerie glow. And on the hardcover were swirling shadows hinting at hidden magic, and the book of spells was boldly written on it. A small smile found its way to my face. I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book.

He would burn the world before letting her go. But would she let him? That night, Aria found herself restless again. She wandered the halls until she stumbled into the library, its shelves towering high, filled with centuries of forgotten lore. She trailed her fingers along the spines of old tomes until a worn, leather-bound book caught her eye. It practically hummed beneath her touch. Opening it, she found passages about revenants, about ancient blood magic that twisted wolves into something monstrous. But what struck her most were the warnings—about how such magic was always tied to bonds, to love, to power greater than flesh.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

If it wasn’t for my eyes, I wouldn’t see the magic enveloping it. When I opened it, I was mesmerized by the figures. It talked about The Arcana or more like The Crown of the Arcana, which was its title. There was an introduction in the beginning of the main characters in it. I thought it was a story but I was wrong. The book was about divination or what I got from it. There were twenty two cards of the major arcana, fourteen wands, fourteen cups and fourteen swords.

He let that hang as he began listing them off, each word like a forbidden door being opened: “Blood. Gravity. Time. Law. Decay. Dreams. Bone. Memory. Sound. Reality.…” He stopped in front of Thorn, then gestured vaguely around the room. “These aren’t just rare. They’re unnatural. Personal. Dangerous. And beautiful.” Then he looked up, his voice light again—but sharp beneath. “Some call them Arcane Signatures. Others call them Curses.” He turned back to the board, the shimmering sigil collapsing back into nothingness.

Directly opposite had a five-meter wide by four-meter high passageway, and the illuminating magic stones at the top of the hall and the passageway emitted a light no less than that of the outside. Looking at the metal token in his hand again, it was only the size of a palm, the emblem engraved on the front Christine knew that it was representing a certain Arcane Artist, but who exactly was unclear, the back was engraved with a number and instructions on how to use it in Nethersolean magical script. At this point, Christian knew why the other party still triggered the effect of the token even after his own “Trance” had taken effect, because all he had to do was to press the small emblem on th

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.