Arcane Headcanons Novels & Stories

Based on the information Luna read up on, Avalon was the capital of Arcane, nicknamed the Big Apple of the Starry Galaxy. Starlight University was located in the realm of Arcana. The core and capital of the Starry Galaxy, which some said held the galaxy’s deepest secrets and mysteries. The gates of Arcane only connected to Rigel, Lunaris, Militum, and Yun as some of the biggest businesses in the entertainment industry and other fields resided in this realm.

“That’s dangerous. It will consume her if she uses it.” “If. She hasn’t had to use it in the past, but I fear this impending war is going to change everything.” Zachary looked none too happy about that. “This is bound to happen. It’s been brimming for centuries since the Great war. Only because the werewolves felt they were cheated during their creation. This is the universe’s way of repairing itself.” My mind drifted back to the day at the hospital when she took the poison in Nathaniel’s body into hers. Was that her wielding Arcane magic?

He strolled to the board, pausing mid-step to glance over the class. “This won’t be the class where you learn fireballs or teleportation,” he said. “If that’s what you want, you’re in the wrong room.” Silence. “Good. Because this is the class that will make you dangerous.” He turned back to the board and scrawled three words in elegant, sweeping letters: The Arcane Veins. Then, facing them again—his grin wicked, eyes alight with manic curiosity—he said, “Let’s begin with the source of all magic…”

Kade’s panicked voice shouted through the comm, “THAT’S— THAT’S A MEMORY CORE!” Selene hissed sharply. “Oh! Oh, this is far worse than I thought.” Rian squealed. “WHAT IS A MEMORY CORE?" Selene snapped, “A storage device for knowledge that predates the empires! If the architect used to rule Arcana—this device might contain his—” Alessia touched it. The world exploded—not literally, but Alessia’s mind shattered in light. She saw a city of towers piercing the sky. A luminous engine humming with power. A throne forged from three threads—no, four. And a man stands before an arcane storm.

“You said it yourself, minutes ago—you can’t die until the mantle is passed. But you’re the Primarch Arcana, the only one, how can you pass on the mantle?” His eyes narrow to slits, “I might not know much about witches but I know this. There can only be one Primarch Arcana at a time. Only one. The next one doesn’t appear until the current one is dead.” His gaze is burning. “You might not remember telling that to me. But I remember.” My pulse is racing. Then his voice goes tight—his bites out the words through gritted teeth. “Eleanor… are you dying?” Dominicus’s fists are clenched.

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.

The creature looked at Elizabeth and gave a deep grunt noise as she ran in her direction and with a horrible growling stuttering voice she said “Why can’t you just leave us alone?....why did you have to disturb our happiness? We were having such a nice time, he got the mother he lost and I got to be in the world at the behest of my lady” The deamon-like possessed spirit that inhabited that corpse had just given its necromancer summoner away, specifically, it’s gender it was a woman, which narrow things down for the members of the society. Elizabeth looks at Michael Weaver to make him understand what is going on “This thing right here is not your mother, it's an Arcane Undead and it's very da

I repeated, confusion knitting my brow. “In this world, arcanios are those born with special powers,” he explained, his eyes sharp, studying my reaction. A wave of fear and excitement surged through me, clashing within like a storm threatening to consume me. My breath quickened, and my hands clenched involuntarily at my sides as I locked my gaze onto him. I searched his face for any sign of deception, any crack in the facade that might give away a lie. His expression remained composed, but the intensity in his eyes hinted at the weight of something monumental, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

We create our own family and build it out of trust, love, and strong bonds created through events and time. Shaking my head, I looked back at Arcane. He just stood there with a stupid half grin on his face while his eyes resting on my hand., "Stop staring and answer." I’m not sure if it’s hormones or just my nerves and patience that have been drained, but everything irked me more than usual. I reasoned that it was probably too early to blame the hormones. But I sure as hell can blame Arcane. " If you’re planning to carry my cub for nine months, you will be giving birth to a teenager!"