Arcane Artbook Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to worry about that, Arabel. It’s my duty as a leader to protect my pack, including you. Trust me.” “But,” Arabel said in a desperate voice. “Don’t worry, I have a plan!” *** JONEA RAWLING After returning to the blue sapphire, I tried hard to forget everything that happened in the land of cats. I’m finishing a painting ordered from one of Daran’s acquaintances. “A few shades of red and it’ll be done soon.” While painting, I also added the magic runes that Daran taught me. My painting was not ordinary, but a rune hidden behind the picture. These runes neutralize black magic and cure the person who ordered the painting.

The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.

"It begins with echoes. Whispers. Dreams. You weren’t supposed to understand them right away. That’s the cruelty of this gift—it unfolds slowly, painfully, like a flower blooming from a frozen bud." I stared at her, disbelieving but strangely drawn in. "Then what is it?" I asked. "What have I been seeing all this time?" She rose from her seat and walked toward a tall cabinet. Unlocking it with a small key around her neck, she pulled out a book wrapped in midnight-blue velvet and placed it gently on the table. The cover had no title, only a silver moon sigil pressed into its center. "This is the Archive of Seers," she said. "Every Seer writes down their visions here. Some pages are sealed by

She scowled. "if he isn't Human, then What is he? A beast? A demon? A monster? All I see tied down is a normal human being, suffering, in pain, and-" Anne looked at Olivia with a hint of anger in her voice, " Enough! You know nothing. You know nothing about this world you live in , there are demons, monsters, witches, whatever you thought were fairy tales, they exist. You want to know what Lucas is? LYCAN! Lucas is a Lycan, is that enough to make you proceed with the experiment?."

And although they all worked together for the same goal, everyone had their own special sides and brought them into the colorful mosaic that depicted life like a precious little stone. Raen was also to have lessons on Ban Arnor, the book of warriors, which recorded all the rules and commandments of the warrior caste. And he was excited when they first went to the priests' study, which was above the Upper Sanctuary. There was a large cupboard there, with only a large gold disk on the otherwise plain doors. It split in half when Chodan opened the cupboard. The old priest bowed to a wooden box in which the book was stowed, and then carefully removed it. It was the largest book Raen had ever see

"We believe that our connections and knowledge of the art world can help expand that aspect of your business as well." I leaned back in my chair, considering their words. They made a compelling argument, but I needed to know more. "What specifically do you bring to the table?" I asked. The clients exchanged a look before the first one spoke up again. "Well, for one, we have a vast network of contacts in the art world," he said. "We can help you source rare and valuable pieces, as well as connect you with collectors and buyers who would be interested in your current collections."

Full of jungle landscapes and great battles with demons were just as common as scenes showing them living alongside the monks peacefully. Only one piece of furniture stood in the room. A single, long stone table that reminded me of the Avery's Family Altar. He'd helped her and the other men in the Manser line move the giant relic last summer after Nathan had shown his true colors. And the table before him could have been the exact same one. "Come," Amna insisted, walking over the mosaic floor comprised of small stones and crystals set in concentric circles that wound tighter and tighter to disappeared under the table.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

But it’s wrapped in the Arcane. The sharp star sigil we’ve always known is there. It is eight-pointed and etched with runes so old even our oldest witches whisper when they speak their names. Symbols coil outward in a perfect circle, with moons, pentagrams, and green-rooted glyphs, bound together by swirls of magic carved like vines into gold. It’s a marriage of sight and sorcery. The future and the past. And somehow… It feels right. Like something ancient is waking. Or being reborn.