Arcane Madness 소설 & 이야기

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!!!

Who else has such a convenient excuse to get her hands on them without anyone realizing? "Just because she's referred to as a genius researcher doesn't mean we can all turn a blind eye. Let's be real—everyone here got in by being the best of the best!" "She's right," Connor said."Academic ability doesn't equal integrity. Just because she's called a genius doesn't mean we can overlook her problematic morals. Who knows if all her results were stolen from any of you here?"

"You should stay here and rest." "Don't play games with me, Andrew. We both know what you're really asking. It's bad enough that I'm here at all." Instead of answering, he reaches up and starts massaging the back of my neck. His fingers are strong and knowing, finding all the knots of tension I've been carrying. I can't help the groan that escapes me. "God, that feels good." "We could run, start over somewhere far, just you and me" he murmurs, his fingers working magic on my shoulders. "Just say yes."

“She’s rare. A dormant witch bloodline with a tie to the ancient sects. There hasn’t been someone like her in a long time.” Dante closed the folder and leaned back in his chair. “And yet, she has no clue.” “She didn’t even know she had magic,” Luka said with a faint smirk. “But last night confirmed it—three armed men, unconscious, without any visible injuries. Their minds are scrambled. Classic arcane signature.” Dante’s expression remained unreadable. He tapped a finger against the folder once. “Are they awake?” “Two of them. The third’s still under. Our men are interrogating, but they’re being difficult.”

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

Everything still depended on how well his body recovered, which meant there could be complications. A hope as uncertain as this one was always closely followed by irrational fear. He couldn't shake the thought that it might all slip through his fingers if he weren't careful. Suddenly, Kaldor tossed him an old, yellowed book. Three bold, flowing words were written across the cover—Black Arcane Arts. "Sir, what is this?" Zeke asked, stunned. Kaldor replied coolly, "A method to help you survive the second phase."

It reminded the gladiator of the color of a fine, freshly brewed ale. "What is this called?" "That is called amber," Anaria said. "Master," she quickly added, "it is very rare." Gorlann's gaze switched to the girl. "Turn around. I want to see how it looks on you." Anaria was stunned at the man's order. Only minutes ago, his cock had been pounding into her, savaging her, raping her. Now he seemed almost tender, the way he looked at her. It confused her. Apparently even a monster could be more than just a monster. She turned around and brushed her long, dark tresses aside. He attached the clasp of the necklace at the back of her throat, then had her turn around to face him. Anaria felt self-co

But Jasper exploded into mocking laughter as if he'd just heard the greatest joke ever. He jabbed my forehead and said, "Lucas? Lucas is currently studying at a private elite school. How on Earth could he have gone to someplace like that warehouse? "Only a thieving son like yours would end up dead in a ditch! Are you so overwhelmed with grief that you're starting to spout nonsense, Summer?" As if wanting to break me completely, Jasper snatched the sealed box from me. He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the animal testing lab next door, a twisted grin on his face.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"