Arcane Book Lol Novels & Stories

“Harlan’s counterpart here is an ancient demon named Malakai. If you end up losing a finger during shadow practice, he can usually grow it back by dinner, provided you don’t complain about the taste of the tonic.” “I’ll try to keep all my digits attached, but it’s good to know there’s a backup plan for gross negligence,” I say, adjusting my backpack as we turn into a massive multi-tiered library. Thousands of leather-bound volumes line the shelves, glowing softly under the ambient light of floating amber crystals. “This is incredible,” Ivy whispers, her fingers lightly tracing the spine of a massive text on runic geography. “My old pack had a bookshelf in the basement. This looks like the ar

"They're not hiding in the shadows anymore, boss. They're actively provoking you." Lorenzo stood up, pulling down his cuffs. "Then they will deeply regret the day they chose to play this game." Upstairs, Lorrie was carefully arranging the historic, leather-bound books Lorenzo had bought at the auction. She still couldn't entirely comprehend that he had dropped a million dollars on them. He insisted it was merely a smart asset acquisition, not a gesture meant for her. At least, that was what his pride demanded he say. She pulled one beautifully preserved, forest-green novel from its gilded sleeve. As she did, a piece of heavy, aged parchment slipped out from between the pages and fluttered to

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”

His hands finally came up from under the counter and clutched in its grip was a book–brown covered and without a speck of dust. “A cheque book?" I asked, arching a brow as I tilted my head. “You want to give me a cheque? I appreciate the thought, Ger Bear, but you know I ain't allowed in the back. You know what happened the last time I went there.” "It's not a cheque book,” Gerald mumbled before sliding it across the counter to me. "It's a spell book. One that can be used to summon the demon lord, Anakin.” I stood still, my fingers grazing the cover. "A spell book?” I asked and Gerald nodded. A strained laugh tore out of my lips. "Tell me you're joking, Gerald.”

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?."

As soon as Arnou caught wind of the expression on my face, his smile dropped. “What's the problem?” he asked, a bit alarmed. I beckoned for him to come a bit closer to me with my finger. Arnou came closer to me with a confused expression on his face. Soon enough he wasn't looking at me but was staring straight at the object of my attention. “What the hell is that?” He growled in a low voice. “Duke’s spell book,” I replied in a grave voice. Arnou gave me an incredulous look and pulled the chair nearest to the bed so he could sit.

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

Except it felt good. “Breaking news, we just got reports that there are many people trapped inside of the game, Arcane Realm.” The news channel on the television had both Luka and me breaking away from each other to gap at the news reporter on the screen. Luka grabbed the remote and turned the volume up so we could hear what was going on clearly.

Queen Adrianne said and extended her hand in front of me. I thought for a while, if I hand over her my grandmother books there was still no assurance that she will let me walk out of here alive to add on that how can I leave king Sargon her to die in their hand. “What are you thinking bitch, hand over me your books” Queen Adriane said “Okay.. I am giving you my books, but please dot kill me..” I said in pleading tone and slid my hand inside my cloth bag, in process I glanced at King Sargon and looked more hurt on my words however what I pulled out was not my book by cinnabar stone and slammed it on sorcerers extended palm.

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v