Arcane Deleted Scenes Novels & Stories

Stephanie cried. Andrea’s face was bright red with embarrassment. “Stephanie … sorry… something’s wrong… can’t help it!” she gasped as she convulsed with another orgasm. This in turn caused her arousal to ratchet up another notch. In her delirium she tore off her panties and flung her legs wide.

Sabastian clicked on the keys, and she disappeared from view as I raked my fingers through my hair. “Now we know… anything else?” I snapped, feeling irritated by how one person could cause so much destruction. “Actually, yes,” Hunter said, adjusting his man bun before rolling up the sleeves of his plaid shirt. “It’s about the Arachne. Sabastian and I went back to remove the dead body to make sure no one would see it or get hurt by the pincers and venom.” Sabastian took out a smoke and lit up, his face disappearing behind a wall of cloud.

When he uncovered his body for us to see, we were thunderstruck. “The Angel of Death.” Giancarlo was the first to say it. He took a picture, right before the doctor stopped him in panic. “I will have to ask you to delete that.” “Of course.” Giancarlo deleted it without arguing about it. He also deleted it from the temporarily deleted folder to put the doctor’s mind at ease, but from the sidelong expression he shot at me, I knew he had sent me a copy of it. Which was great. We would need to check out what the new message meant.

Clark, Arnold, Aaron, and Rebecca unleashed a hail of projectiles, but they kept missing their targets, as if the werewolves were phantoms. Suddenly, Arnold yelped in pain and vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint echo of his cry. The next moment, Aaron disappeared, followed by Rebecca, who was hit in the face first. Her screams were abruptly cut off as she was dragged away, leaving behind a trail of blood.

​The "Sub-Plot Archives" were no longer a cold, clinical vault. They had become a Morgue of Light. The air hummed with the agonizing vibration of Nora’s self-deletion—a high-frequency scream of data that shattered the remaining Copyright-Glass into a blizzard of sharp, crystalline fragments.

It'll not be long before I can have my victory, it'll not be long till I can grasp the justice that I've been wanting to have. But why do I feel like I've missed something that made my whole decisions went to the wrong path? There's gotta be something that I didn't know. Where did I go wrong? Why am I bothered? "Hah. I see...I thought you were already dead. Guess you have another life hiding under your butt." I glanced at the window where Arcaine is sitting comfortably. He was wearing a black cloak while plastering a smirk on his face. "Why? Did you expect my death so easily?" I asked and sat on the chair.

image seared itself into her mind. Malakai's grip tightened, and Arachne's thoughts turned to survival.The village outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the stark reality of her situation. Arachne's magic, once a source of comfort, felt stifled, suffocated by the weight of her circumstances. She walked beside Malakai, her heart heavy, her spirit already beginning to wither.The journey to Malakai's estate seemed endless, each step taking her further from the fragile life she knew. Arachne's resolve hardened – she would endure, for now. But the embers of resentment smoldered within her, waiting to ignite.Warning: This scene contains mature themes, violence, and non-consensual content.Arac

he scoffed. "She can't even hold a candle to a werewolf in fact not to talk of a Lycan. Accept it your mate is useless.." he spat scornfully. This is exactly what Carla had to do to provoke Nolan. "I really hoped she died instead of Sarah and I hope to kill her soon. I'll make sure Layla and her useless child die by my hands and I'll…" Archie never got to say anything else as that happened to be his last words. Before anyone could say anything, blood suddenly sprawled all over the dungeon cell.

“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to stay safe.” Lennon nodded and placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. Then his eyes flicked toward me as I tapped on my phone, sending the details swiftly. “There,” I said, sliding my phone back into my pocket. “I’ve sent you the contact information for someone at The Arcane Network.” “The Arcane Network?” Lennon repeated, raising a brow. “They’re a specialized group that handles situations like this—shady dealings, hidden threats, people who want to fly under the radar. They’ve helped me before, and trust me, they’ll be very interested in working with you.”

A pile of unanswered questions which causing her to wince as a migraine starts to develop. Ara still had a hard time accepting the truth she had uncovered when she read the documents in the mausoleum. She remembered the contents of the files she read. She was shocked by its contents. It was a script. And the contents of the scene in that script were very much familiar to her. When she flipped its cover, she saw its title, ‘Arrianne’s Dream.’