Arcane Demacia Novels & Stories

She knows what has happened, even before she sees the look in Demika’s eyes, the darkness that now shadows her granddaughter’s soul. “Demika,” she says softly, her voice trembling with the weight of her sorrow. “What have you done?” Demika turns to face her, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a chill down Granny Minama’s spine. The girl’s eyes are no longer her own; they are filled with a darkness that Granny Minama recognizes all too well. “I did what I had to,” Demika replies, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. “I am the last of the Wicca bloodline. I cannot afford to be weak.”

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

her voice resonated with a sarcastic tone. Adamas is the strongest iron, and Demons and Fallens are allergic to it. It is only found in the Silver City or Heaven, where Azrael and her siblings, the other Angels reside. Weapons made from it can kill Demons in a touch and the only weapons were Angels are vulnerable to. As per Nae, touching it is torture, but the feeling is most described as a burn because it was forged with the Heavenly Fire.

“He only herds them. He cannot fully control them. But if he finds the formula inside that archive… your uncle could do anything.” A chill instantly crawls down my spine. “We cannot let Uncle Garson open that room, Dorian,” I say. “Relax. He won’t be able to do it. Not without you, Maeve. Because only Sacred Blood can open that door.” “What is Sacred Blood?” Alaric asks while looking between Dorian and me. “Oh, you didn’t know, Sword Bearer? Your Maeve carries silver blood known as Sacred Blood. She is the only remaining key left in this world.”

Archer stands and paces a few steps, " It doesn't make you a bad person, you're the most kind and beautiful person I met and I want you to know it is never your fault. You were too young to fight off rouges and the moon goddess understands, you're strong and compassionate and someday I'm sure you fulfill every dream of yours. You're a warrior and I am proud to have you as my mate. He doesn't think it's my fault? The tears flow from my eyes and he comes back to me wiping them from my cheeks. " You never deserved any of this guilt my goddess and I promise I'm going to walk with you as you fight your demons and heal from your pain.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

How? “I am Ithildin Alois the first Luna of the Druit Guard. I am a Vanir from Alfheim or more simply put an elf. Please sit, we have much to discuss. Oh yes, let me take a look at our demigod.” She steps toward us and I guard An Jieun, I don’t want anything to happen to her. “James knock it off before I knock you out you brat. She’s not going to do anything geez.” Am rolls her eyes and I guess I do look a little stupid. My instincts are on overdrive right now and I haven’t slept. I feel like I’m going crazy.

He chuckled. Lan Xin blushed hotly. "Yes, Your Highness, she is a disciple of the Xiao Healer Sect. Very talented, so beautiful." At that, he trailed off with a dreamy look upon his face and blush on his cheeks. Jin Huan chuckled softly at his friend's love-struck look, feeling genuinely happy for his best friend. "Congratulations A Xin." He said warmly with a soft sincere smile on his face, a rare and genuine expression for the usually playful and brash prince to show.