Arcane Headcanons Novels & Stories

He leaned against the tree. My skin crawled at the vivid images his words painted in my mind. Each new detail made me grateful for skipping breakfast that morning as it felt like my insides were trying to escape. The way Charlie had explained the Arcane Collectors was like a mafia organisation with a thing for ancient relics, but the way Mr Harrison put it, a mafia organisation sounded like kindergarten. What's worse is how it weirdly made sense. The untraceable thefts, thieves that chose death over failure, wrecking houses, and kidnapping teenagers at midnight.

Victor said shaking his head. Anabel collapsed, Hecta was gone. “Great.” Marcus said shaking his head. “I am very annoyed at you that you would use your magic on me.” He said shaking his head. “Well son you were going the wrong way, now that Anabel is ours you can continue the love fest or what not, as soon as my daughter is born, you better make sure she is pregnant again, we are going to make a small army of high breeds.” “I don’t think we should do anything like that.” Marcus said shaking his head. “I mean why don’t you just put her somewhere, where the Angels cannot find her, she doesn’t need to go through this torture.”