Arcane Character Mel Novels & Stories

The dagger landed between Madeline clasped hands, The air changed slightly as the temperature changed slightly. As Madeline got up from the ground, her hair and eyes changing. Her scythe appearing in her hands, she didn't look as friendly as she was before. "Meara. Feamer...healer of the high elves, Barron ex lover..." Meara blushed when she heard Madeline's last words, they was a long time ago. "You all here are reeking of blood, especially you Damien....unknown species."

the woman responded but Mel shook her head. "Okay what's going on and who is this woman?" I asked Mel. "She's Arianna, my friend," Mel happy said but all the woman did was glare at me when I looked at her. "I don't get it! Your friend? From where?" I asked and soon dad uncle Ryan and Kaden shifted back into their human forms with one of the warriors who were there throwing them each some shorts to wear. "She's my mermaid friend from the village. Well she's not a friend but she's more like my mom she's very nice," she responded smiling lightly and all I did was raise a questioning eyebrow.

Mel looked exactly like the sort of woman who made everything better just by being present. She turned around, not surprised to see that I was there. Her brows furrowed as she regarded me. “You’re supposed to be resting.” I nearly felt intimidated under her gaze. Mel wasn’t scary or mean by any means, but she was proper as hell, and she carried herself with an elegance I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to acquire. I wondered how long she’d been working for Alaric.

Asaf said as he left in a hurry. “I'm Mel, and these two angels with me are Dalia and Delilah.” "But it's not a pleasure to meet you, skank." The blonde girl on the left of Mel said with a saccharine. I knew they were trouble the moment I saw them, I guess I'd hoped I could avoid them if I put my head down, worked hard and stayed away from everyone. " So ... You say you're not a whore, right?" Mel asked and I instantly shook my head no.

They talked about upcoming classes, the strange scholarly intensity of Aurel. I leaned back, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun on my shoulders and the genuine support of the people around me. For the first time, I wasn't just a girl trying to avoid a tragic ending. I was a player. I was surrounded by a Half-Angel, a Fire Prodigy, a Stealth Master, and a Vampire Prince. "To the first victory," Elara raised her glass of golden cider, her gold-dusted eyes dancing. "To the many more to come," Riven added, his voice dropping into that private, intimate register as he caught my eye.

Elaine paced in frustration, “We don’t have time for this!” “Hey..” Andrew’s hand found her shoulder, “Breathe—we will get out of this.” Elaine shook his hand off, “Just put her on Ruby.” The girl doused the fire, the smoke melting into the night. ”Please.” Dawn would be upon them soon, and with it brought more men who were out to kill her. The thought brought the crumbled knight of midnight to her mind, and she tucked him away in a place reserved for very few, a little corner of her heart right next to Melanie.

I inquired, my voice soft yet laced with concern. Amara's gaze held a mixture of worry and caution. "We have our suspicions, Luna. Melantha's actions and demeanor have raised red flags. She seeks Lorcan's attention at every turn, often crossing boundaries that should not be crossed. Her intentions are shrouded in a cloud of uncertainty, but her obsession is undeniable."

Just as I was about to completely knock out, a cold finger tapped my forehead. “Sleepyhead,” Jason whispered next to me, that irritating smirk already forming as he flicked air right into my eyes. “Shit...Jason!” I jerked back, blinking fast and slapping his hand away. “This is not the time for your tricks.” He only leaned back, all smug and pleased with himself like he’d done me a favor. I was still glaring at him when Melinda’s voice suddenly dropped, changing tone. “…and now we come to a rare species, almost erased from history. The Velari.”

Most did not look at all. Aron Vale stood in the center of the room with his new female at his side. She was pale. Her hands were folded in front of her, fingers tight enough to turn the knuckles white, but her chin remained lifted. Barely. A thin thread of dignity wrapped around a creature who had clearly lost most of it and was trying to pretend otherwise. “My king,” Aron said, bowing with perfect discipline. “I present Melanie Vale, born of Ashborne Pack, now marked and accepted as Luna of Oak Crest Pack.”

"There's a problem," "A problem?" He frowned. "Don't tell me...is Melissa about to repeat again?" "No, God no. She's nothing like Melissa," The mere thought of Marcella's mother left a bad taste in my mouth. I filed her away, to the deepest parts of my mind. "Her name is Rune. She's human." Carlos stalled. "H-human? You mean a fling?" "I don't think this is a fling," I tugged down the Chucky collar of my coat, showing the mark to him. "Does this look—"