Arcane Demacia Novels & Stories

I shouted. Meanwhile at Inkopolis the Arcana Legion saw the sky darkened “this is bad” said Solision, Karuji came in and saw the Arcana Legion looking at the sky “Arcana Legion what’s wrong?” Karuji asked “the sky just darkened, what's going on?” Sacerdia asked, “I don’t know” Lunaria answered. Asinon was looking at one of the cameras and he was shocked “guys you might want to see this” he said with a shocked and worried tone the legion members and Karuji saw me, with Disabled Six & Phageomora going against Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlight Glimmer “he doing a shadow duel against the Earthbound Immortals and the King of the Netherworld and even worse the Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlig

Tara was only allowed to partake with the others after strong pressure from her grandmother. She could still remember the look of shock in all their faces after they all went into the pool and went through the trials and they all came out. A large number had green arcane marks glowing on their bodies which marked them as battle mages, eleven had blue arcane marks glowing on their bodies marking them as members of the thirteen, Anu had silver, marking her as the second, and she had Gold, marking her as the heir to the matron. ”You- you had something to do with this…” Anu had turned and pointed a challenging finger at the matron after getting over the initial surprise. Everyone gasped, surpris

A part of her heart yearned and leaped toward Merlin when he stared at her the way he had been, Arianna deep down knew that he was in immense pain, seeing that all the reason behind this chaos was the single person he loved the most. "The moment Amara resurrected the dead, Clitus' coven members died to maintain the balance. So, it's just Clitus, Amara and her undead army left," Demetrius informed her, noticing the way he was trying to shoulder his own pain and keeping it out of sight. It was hard to see his people die, Arianna knew that he was doing it for the both of them.

the male Lycan warrior replied while Valoreth’s jaw slackened. They lost that many against a dying realm? His fist clenched, struggling to contain the new. But, that wasn't the main point. “You did wipe them all out, right?” Damaris asked. “Yes, my Lord,” the Lycan replied. “Then where are their heads? The devil-sisters?” “Arianna was already dead; the ouroboros took her body. We dug her grave and brought her skull instead. It's hung on a spike… we'll show you, my Lord,” the Lycan said.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

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.

He didn’t wait for a response he just hurriedly walked to their room. Pushing the doors open, Erica stood over Runa’s paralyzed body as she placed something over her. “Call your pack, they’ll be here any moment.” She warned to a confused Ace. “I finally know who this is.” Ace blinked before setting the children down, “Who are they Erica??” He asked to which she smirked. “You’re not gonna like it but it’s my dead daughter. Also your dead mate.” Those words left him silent. What was he going to do now?

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Domica didn’t wear a sash. She wore power. And Dominique… was remembering that now. She emerged from the water glowing, the remnants of perfume and rose-scented pretense wiped clean from her skin. Wrapped in a silk robe, she crossed to her desk and powered on her custom-built laptop. A black screen blinked once, then flooded with code and interface panels. She logged into her encrypted subnetwork. A familiar fox mask avatar blinked in the corner: Domica_Alpha. The subscriber list pinged open.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.