Arcane Deleted Scenes Novels & Stories

There was no way he was going to allow her to kill such an innocent lady for no just cause. Before anything can happen to Xara, Valerie has to go down. Lorenzo vowed. “ We Our King & Queen © Tamicca Parker A smile took my gaze and I grinned, something wonderful come from within, Emanated from the both of us. This feeling couldn't be contained, ascertained to a fairy tale dream, the greatest feeling I ever conceived. Going home changed more every day, Talking to me in your little way Before I met you the days were worse, Spit upon like dirt, in constant hurt.

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

She sneered and exclaimed, “She deserves it! She is a bitch who seduces my friend’s man!” While Lauren was speaking, Alice had already wrapped the covers around Aria. She then stood up and picked up the camera that was on the floor. After removing the memory card, she went into the bathroom and flushed it down to the toilet. Lauren didn’t seem to mind Alice's quick and deceptive action. “Don’t think everything will be okay after you destroy the memory card,” she said, as she rose from the floor and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. With a wicked smile, she raised the phone in her hand.

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

Touched one another not with possession, but with permission. Nova’s stream went live. A split screen lit up across the ballroom’s walls: One half: Aria, walking barefoot through the shifting crowd. The other half: the first drop of Lyra’s buried archive. Images. Logs. Deleted footage of emotional blackout chambers. Testimonies that were once wiped clean. A man’s voice echoed from the stream: “They told me crying would make me unfit to serve.” “So I stopped crying.” “And then I stopped speaking.” Aria held Cassian’s hand tighter.

Both men froze, the light painting horror across their faces. Alpha Gideon snarled, rounding on him. “Why did it burn?! What happened, Aran?!” Aran’s eyes were wide, haunted, his voice full of disbelief. “The ritual…it broke. Something sudden, something unpredicted happened when I tried to open the door for him earlier too. That’s why the door never appeared for him.” Alpha Gideon’s fury burned hot. “What kind of sudden, unpredicted thing?!” Aran’s mind raced. His lips moved, half-whispering, half-praying. “The records…. show me Ronan Volkstane’s records!”

“You don’t understand balance.” Alaric laughed once, sharp, frustrated. “Not today,” he admitted. The shadows thickened around him again, coiling like living smoke. “But this ends one way, Lily Morgan,” he said quietly. “You or me.” The shadows imploded. When the dust settled, Alaric was gone. The sanctum was wrecked, walls shattered, runes destroyed, ancient magic bleeding out into the mountain like a wound. Silence followed. Heavy. Shocked. Real.

Alpha Ronan said from the entrance, “I don’t remember dying.” Every elder froze. Alaric’s smile shattered. Ronan stepped forward, whole, lethal, eyes burning silver fire. Scarlet stood at his side, blood-red gaze sharp as blades, power crackling off her skin like a storm barely restrained. Gasps turned into screams. “Alpha?” “Impossible!” Alaric staggered back, face draining of color. “Y-you’re dead,” he whispered. “I saw your ashes ” Ronan snarled. “Ashes you planted.”

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

I said for the third and last time, confirming my rejection with the pain in my heart. “I, Dean Willows, Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, accept your rejection.” He said, realizing he had no choice but to do so. My mind was made up. I felt excruciating pain in my chest as soon as he accepted the rejection. I could feel our ties coming off. I turned to leave immediately. Unexpectedly, Vivien, who had been enjoying the drama unfolding and was happy to witness our unmating, rushed to my side and gently took my arm. “Arianna , please don’t do this, listen to Alpha Dean and stay. Why did you have to reject him as your mate?"