Arcane Artbook Novels & Stories

But inside… Inside, power was all I felt. La Brume was a luxurious and discreet place…the kind of place people booked for secrets, not meetings. When I entered Room 706, Ethan was already there leaning against the window, sleeves rolled up, tie loose. He looked almost…dangerous. His eyes lifted to mine. “You came.” I shut the door slowly. “You asked.” He nodded once, watching me with quiet interest. “Did anyone question the proposal?” “Everyone.” “Good….Let them choke on it.” I exhaled.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

Suddenly, a rustling of the bushes, and turning around, Arachne reappeared with a small, leather-bound book clutched in her hand. "This is for you," she said, holding out the book. "It's your history, Derek. Your true history." I took the book under a feeling of trepidation and excitement. What secrets would it hold? And what about learning things about myself? I took the book in my hands with some feelings of trepidation mixed with excitement. As I opened the cover, some musty smell came out, and I began flipping through its pages. The text in it was in some very ancient language that I couldn't recognize, but as soon as I touched its pages, something strange clicked-a sort of buzzing in th

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

The orb pulsed faintly in Aria’s hand as she stood alone in the arcane vault. Its soft glow cast ethereal shadows on the dark stone walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t been disturbed in decades. Every instinct in her screamed that this was no ordinary relic. It was alive. Not in the way of living flesh, but in the way of ancient memories preserved by magic older than the wolves themselves. She placed the orb on the altar in the vault’s center. Symbols etched into the stone flickered to life, glowing with blue fire as the orb reacted to its new environment. For a moment, the air vibrated—charged, trembling.

Each one needed to be categorized, filed, and cross-referenced—tedious work, but it kept my mind busy. As I sorted through a particularly old pile, my fingers brushed against something different—a heavy book with faded lettering on its spine. The leather binding was cracked and worn, small pieces flaking off under my touch. Curious, I pulled it from the stack. Golden script decorated the cover in an ancient language I recognized from my council training: Bloodlines and Sacred Artifacts of the Wolf Packs. I blew dust off the cover, shaking loose specks that glittered in the day’s bright rays. The book looked centuries old, its pages yellowed and brittle with age.

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

In the center of a cavernous chamber stood a solitary pedestal, and upon it sat a leather-bound book, its spine cracked and held shut by a network of silver thorns reminiscent of twisted vines. As Autumn stepped closer, curiosity and trepidation battling within her, the pendant lifted from her chest, glowing with an intensity that illuminated the chamber. Instantly, the silver thorns curled backward, withering like dried leaves struck by flame, and the book creaked open. Autumn held back, wary of touching its pages; instead, they began to turn of their own accord, gaining momentum in a magnetic display. The pages revealed a kaleidoscope of sketches, esoteric runes, fragmented notes in faded