Arcane Madness Novels & Stories

Jeremy barked. My soul floated silently behind them, watching this ridiculous scene with icy detachment. Go on. Go see the masterpiece you created with your own hands, which Mackenzie perfected with a fatal touch. At the greenhouse door, everything was silent. Marcus stood before the sealed entrance and shouted angrily at the door, "Bianca! Have you learned your lesson?" Only dead silence answered him. "Are you playing dumb now?" Marcus gave a cold laugh and quickly entered numbers on the keypad. The greenhouse code was my birthday.

] [Warning: The host’s current location is no longer safe. Vespera’s breath caught. Unknown threat? She had never seen that message before. Before she could read the rest, another line appeared. [Hidden condition activated.] [Your Foresight ability is awakening.] Pain exploded behind her eyes. Vespera grabbed the edge of the desk. The room disappeared. For one second, she saw Lucien standing in the middle of the office. His shirt was covered in blood. A dark figure stood behind him, holding a long blade. Then Lucien fell. A second image flashed before her eyes.

The damp air grew instantly heavy, thick with the sulfurous stench of corrupted blood and stagnant magic that made my lungs burn with every inhalation. "End of the line, Queen," Vance sneered, his aristocratic composure cracking just enough to reveal the desperate, fanatical madness boiling beneath his polished surface. He planted his left foot firmly against the slick flagstones and raised the mace high, preparing to bring it down in a crushing overhead arc.

That happened much later into the ruins of the world. It was still very early in the apocalypse, but the newly awakened had already begun to realize that swearing on your mana was an absolute, unbreakable oath. If a user went against a mana oath, the internal backlash would instantly trigger a violent mana clash from within, seizing their core which was wrapped around their heart and killing them on the spot. Lucien snarled, stepping forward like a bloodthirsty shadow, his heavy jaw clenched tight. "And so what? Just because you swear, you expect us to believe you?"

Zeyric gasped aloud, his knees buckling, but Thalen caught him by the waist, anchoring him upright. In return, Zeyric’s soul-storage opened wide, spilling its chaotic, unfiltered depths straight into Thalen’s pristine mental architecture. Thalen stumbled mentally, choking as a tidal wave of raw, burning amber mana—born of cold-water alleyways, cheap rum, abandoned tenements, and the grinding, desperate terror of absolute abandonment—crashed over his polished composure. It was a suffocating, blinding weight, a roaring furnace of sheer, untamed survival instinct that threatened to incinerate Thalen’s carefully constructed ego down to the ash.

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.

Aric challenged, the determination on his face was enough to convince anyone that he was telling the truth. "I have seen fire, I have seen wars, I have seen life to its fullest and death at its worst. I'm the one who put laughter in manslaughter. I have seen a mother forsaking her own blood wolf, I have seen the birth of abominations, the birth of a Goddess and the death of one. Not for this day when a lowly dog like you will doubt my words." She sneered, her madness on full display. Taking all the insults the madwoman was throwing his way, Aric stood there silently. He was not going to start a fight that he knew would end up with the Oracle handing him his own ass.

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it. Love you, xoxo;)

“ Amra , be kind . “ said madam Ariana . “ Mom but she…. “ said Amra but madam Ariana stopped her . “ No buts ! Mona is a great girl and I have high regards for her . It should be her who was supposed to be married to your brother but he simply had to fall blindly in the schemes of that girl . “ said madam Ariana . “ I really can’t believe you . Is she the one who is putting such thoughts in your head ? Mom , I believe that you aren’t that fragile to fall for her schemes . “ said Amra . “ Amra Caddel , enough ! I am still angry with you for siding with that girl yesterday . “ said madam Ariana angry . “ What happened yesterday ? “ asked Mona innocently . “ None of your business . These are p

Raven I'm sitting inside the library again, watching the rain pour down from the sky together with my pack. Glass windows display how heaven is opening up, allowing water to pour down. Hayden, Blake, and I are planning to visit another school to see if they have students that have gone missing. The problem is that outside Magic Academy's borders, all game is fair. Alina and Blake's old pack could attack us without consequences. Hayden is staring down at the map over the dark forest. His fingers are interlocked, making him resemble Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, a hot blonde version.