Arcane Fanfic Novels & Stories

“She was Aldric’s mate in the past… and why she’s alive, I don’t understand. She’s not a Lycan. She’s a werewolf.” Eric’s confusion deepened. First, Lucian’s dead brother came back to life. And now, a werewolf who’s lived for centuries? What the fuck is going on? “Blood magic,” Ste-phen muttered, meeting Eric’s gaze. “She could be using blood magic.” “My Alpha!” Both men turned toward the voice, spotting Eric’s Beta running toward them. “We found one of Desdemona ’s minors in the woods. She’s barely alive but breathing. She’s lost a lot of blood—I don’t know how long she can hold on.”

I scoffed, "Excuse you? Do you realize what you're saying? You're about to fuck another woman in front of me and you want me to leave?" I couldn't hold back my jealousy. It was so obvious and it was driving me insane. I couldn't stand it at all. Everything I thought was going a little well between us was falling apart! I should be happy about this, but I feel angry instead. He had sex with me just to reconcile with her? They must have been fighting before. I've heard he used to play with different women and now I understand that I was just one of them. I feel used and I think it's valid for me to be mad. I'm a Lycan, not just some kind of woman!

Their journey is filled with obsession, painful secrets, scorching tension, and the kind of love that burns everything down before it can rebuild something stronger. Writing their story reminded me that sometimes the most dangerous collisions are the ones that save us. To every reader who loves morally gray heroes, strong heroines who refuse to bend, and romances that hurt before they heal this one’s for you. Thank you for taking this ride with me. I hope Lucien and Ariana leave tire marks on your heart. Buckle up. It’s going to be a wild one. With gratitude and adrenaline, Mel ~Ariana Cross~ I was late again.

Our fingers intertwined, a silent promise of support and love. "We're surrounded by beauty, both in nature and the beauty in front of whom everything turns dull," I whispered, my eyes locked on Arcane's. She got all shy and her cheeks were a shade of crimson. "Damn it! You will be the death of me." I whispered. Arcane was perhaps in a mood of teasing me tonight, her hand went straight to my crotch and I inhaled sharply, "We are in front of our parents. So, behavre." She said sternly.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

Their accounts were littered with photos of shirtless guys. Alana wanted to get married there, but the requests were declined despite our offer to pay double. Now, it all made sense. Arianna would’ve stopped it. We weren’t aware of her connection with the Cortez family until recently. Anger flared when I thought about Arianna now. While my mind said Arianna was innocent, I couldn’t help but realize it didn’t take long for her to jump into another man’s bed. My phone blared. “Hello.” “Brian, where are you? You’re late again,” my father complained.

Anaria jerked her head sideways to cast one last look over her shoulder toward her friend. "Fine, you want to watch a little longer? At least make it worth my while. Put your hand on my cock." Gorlann guided Anaria's left hand to his erection. She began idly pumping his shaft in one enclosed fist while she watched her friend for what she knew might be the last time. What she saw next disturbed her; Shinatri's mouth disengaged from Wulfkar. She sat up straight now, arching her back as her cunt violently humped his cock. Her palms slid reverently along Wulfkar's chest. She moaned with a loud, primal feminine need that sailed far into the night while that same eldritch moon painted Shinatri's g

he asks. I take a deep breath and nod my head, trusting him and knowing he will never do anything to hurt me. He takes my hand in his and slowly and carefully makes a small incision on my palm, then he makes one on his. He takes the knife away and interlocks our injured hands. He smiles and tells me, "I Alexandre LeBlanc the Lycan King allow you Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack a temporary entry into my mind" he places a kiss on my hand and gestures for me to formally accept "I Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack accept your temporary link," I say, he smiles "This way, even if we're in different places, we will always be connected." he says placing a kiss on my forehead. "Come on, we ne

He backs off towards the passage while Ilyich hunts down his prey. “You will not escape me, vampire!” He growls and hits Aryan on the head. Aryan stumbles backwards, falling into the dirty sewage but he does not care. He glares at the Undead before smirking. “I was right,” he grits. “You will make an interesting experiment.” Ilyich lets out a menacing growl and pounces at him but within a split second, Aryan vanishes. “F*cking fae magic!” He screams. “Where are ya? Come out!”

The three fell silent. “But…” Una smiled faintly. “It also felt like finding home after being lost for a very long time.” The phoenixes sighed dreamily at the same time. “Stars above, Yerie!” Anka muttered. “That’s painfully romantic. When will be my chance?” “Dream on, Anka! I’m older than you, it should be me first!” Niksi said. “Agree. Otherwise, father will marry her off for alliance,” Fen teased her sister. Una laughed again. It seemed she found three unusual friends despite their differences.