Arcane Demacia Novels & Stories

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

The Lunarch turned his gaze on her, sharp as a blade. “We are the Church of Arcadia Prime. We do not bow to vampire kings or their pet abominations. The law is the law. Necromancy is an abomination before the Light.” Veyra was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was measured, but there was a crack in her usual certainty. “And yet… she spoke truth at the table. The Demonkin threat is real. We have lost entire border villages. The rifts are spreading. If we continue our purges while hell itself opens at our doorstep…”

Arcane gasped when she landed in my arms. "I don't want to see you with him again." I told her. It was really difficult to suppress the bitterness. ______ Arcane POV: "And why would I do that? I like Marcus." I confessed. The moment those words came out of my mouth, his grip on my waist tightened. While his smouldering gaze was eating me raw from inside. "Take those words back." He said with the gritted teeth. If he could, he would have torn this place apart.

I can’t let anything happen to Demi. I moved to place myself in front of her. She is a keres, but being a Demi god makes me faster. I angle my fist letting my demonic flames take over my entire form. Swinging I am confident that I am going to connect with Ares face, but I miss. “Damn it!” I growl out.

Mo Buyu shouted in disbelief and hurriedly raised his hand. Rays of light shot toward the Archean Demonic Soul Charm. With every swipe, a piece of space was directly melted. However, the Archean Demonic Soul Symbol did not seem to be affected at all. It shot towards Mo Buyu like lightning. The feeling of being cut apart caused Mo Buyu to panic.

“I hate it too, but there’s not much else we can do unless we want to start something with the Lycan brat.” I swallow hard, the tension between wanting to find Aeron and wanting to get Eva back pulling me in two different directions. “And what about Eva?” Nero meets my gaze, his expression hardening. “That’s going to be more complicated.” “What the hell does that mean?” “It means,” Nero says, “Eva is Darius’ Luna. She’s the rightful Luna of his pack. He’s got a claim on her, and unless she rejects him, that claim holds. If we try to take her without her rejecting him first, it’s going to start a war. And as much as I hate to admit it, we’re not in a position to deal with that right now.”

"And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history." The silence was complete. Aurel's spoon stopped. She is here. Relief exploded in his chest — sharp, painful, unwelcome. He had spent months burying hope beneath runes and formulas. Had calculated odds, weighed costs, built contingency upon contingency. The operation had required nearly crippling resources. The scope of power involved had been unprecedented. And now — proof. The room erupted in fear and argument. "She's alive?" "A monster." "An omen." "A miracle."

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

"Nothing much." Dack strolled over to the Resonance Stone. Then he continued, and his voice carried a sharp edge. "I'm just going to show you what lies beyond Great Decator. They call it Arcane High Priest." The moment the words left his mouth, he pressed his palm against the stone's center. The stone lit up and climbed from yellow all the way to purple. But it didn't stop there. It kept pushing toward scarlet. Everyone held their breath. If Dack was just talking big, they would have a reason to laugh at him later. But if he actually hit scarlet and reached the level of Arcane High Priest, they'd have no choice but to be impressed.

They were always making troubles. “ Care to share to us what's making you happy Arwen ” one of the demon women named Shira asked, she had a long red hair reaching below her waist and dark red eyes as well. “ Haven't you heard, great demon Dracula (Jared ) has returned back to hell ” Arwen said. “ So ? ” Xena, another demon said rolling her eyes, she acted as if she wasn't surprised. “ So, I'm preparing him his glass of blood so I can take it to him ” Arwen said.