روايات وقصص ضمن Arcane League Of Legends Books

Alaric & Lyra: The Strategist Turned Storyteller Alaric, ever the meticulous planner, the strategist who could foresee countless contingencies, had become delightfully, utterly obsessed with making her laugh. His meticulous nature had simply shifted its focus. He read her books far beyond her comprehension—ancient histories filled with epic battles and forgotten empires, intricate legends of gods and monsters, even dry, complex war strategies that made my head spin. But he’d do the voices. And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dra

Randall was about to reprimand her for barging in when she interrupted him, uttering the very words that made Randall's world come to a standstill. "The Grimoire of The Ancient is missing, Alpha Randall. We have a big problem." *** Alpha Randall, Kellan, Aldric, Merikh, Klara, and, of course, Visha all stood in total silence, that you could hear their very own heartbeats in the courtroom. The heaviness was so thick, thick enough to steal the breath from their lungs. The Grimoire of The Ancient is an ancient book passed down from generations in the Blood Crescent pack. It contains all the ancient battle strategies, sacred knowledge, and unique, powerful spells known only to the Alphas of the

The chamber was surrounded by rising bookshelves that were filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. It smelled like old paper left out to rot in all the corners of the world for a hundred years; air that was so thick and musty with tales untold, you could fill balloons with it. "By the goddess," I answered in a hushed voice, "where are we?" Ria's joyful voice rang in Luna's head, 'Looks like we just struck gold, Luna' "The Complete Chronicles of the First Pack," I read aloud. "The Lunar Prophecies. Bloodlines of the Ancient Alphas." My heart raced with each new discovery.

He tilted his head to catch the cover. Realm of Empires: Advanced Strategic Compendium. He blinked. It wasn’t just a manual. It was the kind of dense, spiral-bound guide teenagers passed around online forums, pages full of charts, economics, and battle simulations. “What are you doing with that?” Adrian asked quietly. Leo didn’t startle. His eyes flicked up, clear and calculating, before returning to the page. “Learning.” “Learning what, exactly?”

“And another on… scent binding rituals? Ugh. No thanks.” Iris moved slower, reverent. “Look for anything titled Chronicles, or Legacy,” she said softly, running her fingers along the bindings. Aurora drifted toward a central table carved from dark stone. Its surface shimmered faintly with symbols that looked like they’d been burned into the rock by claws. Sitting in the center was a single thick book—dustless and pristine despite its surroundings. The gold title glinted in the dim light: “The Bloodline of Kings: A History of the Lycan Throne”

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”

Aeron had told me not to show it to anyone, so it feels safer this way. The Sullivan book sat on the side as if it was lurking in my peripheries. I felt uneasy with it there and in the end, I hid it in the wardrobe, out of sight too. The book I’m going through is the Werewolf one. That’s where my focus was. Where my concern was. I need to understand them, but more importantly, I want to find out if there was anything within the books pages on how I can shut off my thoughts. If I’m ever to stand a chance of beating Cain and Aeron, then I need to learn it, and learn it fast.

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

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!!!

laughter? I saw Algebra slip into one of those doorways and enter a spacious place where I spotted toys and shoes on the floor. Who lived here? At the end of the hall was a spiral staircase and floors made of glass, leading to another floor and more hallways. Could this be his pack house? If Zaliver was the Lupus Deus, then why would he have a pack? If you’re a wolf god, why would you have a pack? Wouldn’t every pack be considered his pack?