Arcane Headcanons Novels & Stories

"See that blue pulse? That's the Arc Reactor—or whatever knockoff tech they stole to power it." "Great," Ben said from behind his pillar. "So we just have to walk up to the three-headed death machine, ask it to lift its shirt, and stab it in the heart. Easy peasy." "No," Jack’s eyes narrowed. He watched the beast move. It took a step. The left head snarled at Marcus. The right head looked at Ben. The middle head was tracking Jack. But there was a stutter. When the left head growled, the right head’s ear twitched a split second later. When the middle head locked onto Jack, the legs hesitated for a fraction of a second before adjusting the stance.

A burning pain flared at her ear as a chill of death seeped into her body through her pores, causing her meridians to throb with pain. "Pfft—" Amelia staggered back several steps, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. This time, she could no longer suppress the turmoil within her body. The deathly energy of the Arcane Skill of the Netherworld clung to her like a festering sore. Once it invaded, it would ravenously consume her internal energy and corrode her meridians. She could clearly feel her strength draining at an alarming rate, and even began to experience slight dizziness.

He would burn the world before letting her go. But would she let him? That night, Aria found herself restless again. She wandered the halls until she stumbled into the library, its shelves towering high, filled with centuries of forgotten lore. She trailed her fingers along the spines of old tomes until a worn, leather-bound book caught her eye. It practically hummed beneath her touch. Opening it, she found passages about revenants, about ancient blood magic that twisted wolves into something monstrous. But what struck her most were the warnings—about how such magic was always tied to bonds, to love, to power greater than flesh.

Meena quipped back to me. As we were debating on what are we going to do. Marcellus opened his eyes and started to snarl, roar and contort again. Tendrils of black magic were flaying, flashing and meandering through his body as he thrashed, screamed and roared “Sanguine” and “abyss” repeatedly. “Sanguineabyss is the fifth subrealm of Wengarthria, Aralyn”, Meena told me.

“To understand us more, Look at Momo and me, we are sisters yet we contradict each other but we can’t rule out our affection towards one another. I can’t let her be and she can’t do the same. We have different views and our powers are the complete opposite. While she destroys I fix. Mostly, to use both of us, you need to be able to understand both perspectives and be in denial all the time. Using us meant being infected by our personalities. You must have noticed it; you are not that much of a coward anymore.” “Okay, I will ignore the last sentence since I was the one who put myself on the line and forced myself to change, not you. Obviously… It’s so obvious. Why would I be infected by your

#Flash back# #Cedric Marshall# #Supernaturals# Hello Alaric, you look haggard as ever! ♥Cedric's POV♥ My life is a shattered mess, a puzzle that can't ever be gotten right because the missing piece led me astray and left me alone in this cold, dark, world. What benefit is the gift of immortality when ancient curses can drive you mad and invite death to snatch you right from my grip?

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

And more than anything, why couldn’t she get him out of her head? Rahl’s expression shifted. “Kane is Arcanian,” Rahl began, choosing his words carefully. “You already know this. He is a creature of old magic and… there are things about him I cannot reveal, he will have to tell you himself. What I do know is that the dragons and gods have a stake in your ascension as the last hunter and that is why I knew you weren’t safe. It’s not just the council that concerns me; some gods and dragons oppose your ascent. Kane and I have allied to protect you.” “Why would an Arcanian care about protecting me? It’s peculiar that you’ve allied yourself with one. Haven’t you considered the historical enmity b

Because she is out there. Waiting. Plotting. And whatever she's planning, it’s not going to be pretty. But tonight? Tonight, the Arcane-Oracle Pack is whole. We have two new heirs. We’ve made history. And I swear to whatever gods are listening, I will burn the fucking world down before I let anyone take that away from us. Not even me. Let the beast come. I’m ready. *** Zane Wynter One year.

“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.”