Arcane Monsters Novels & Stories

From the other side, the footsteps grew louder, and then Verina and her pack of monsters came into view. She was floating again, or at least seeming to, wearing that long black robe. She looked menacing, her black hair flying out around her head, even with the hood on, as she came to a stop on the other side of the clearing, about twenty feet from where I’d stopped walking. Around her, at least three dozen dark wolves, their fur black, their eyes red, also stopped, snarling and growling as they crouched down, ready to pounce on whichever of my wolves moved first.

Just at the exact moment Malik and I stepped foot into the Dark Cavern, five warriors appeared out of no where surrounding us their potent warlock scent filling the air, as Malik and I shared a glance and he instantly positioned himself, ready to strike. "Greetings Warlocks of the Dark Cavern. We are Alpha's from the werewolf Pack. I am Alpha Reece, and this is Alpha Malik, we are not here for war, but to see the Ancient Sorceress, and would be glad, if you could grant us access into your Cavern". I stated courtly, as I stood uprightly a stern look fixed on my face. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Malik stood upright beside me, as he shoulders seemed to relax. He possibly didn't think we

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

From the corner of my eye I saw the trolls flinch and take a step back. “What we found,” said Zane enthusiastically, “is that monsters have a weakness to certain metals.” “Like werewolves and silver,” said Maurice. “Right,” said Zane. “Only we’ve never encountered a werewolf, so I don’t know if that particular myth holds true here. Anyway, it’s mainly trial and error. Goblins can’t handle copper. Lizardmen get totally fucked by bronze. Some of these have been known for a while, but others were only recently discovered. By us.” He grinned, clearly very pleased with himself.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

It claims. Witch Isla raises her voice one final time. “Before gods and beasts and those who walk between—let it be known: Alexander and Nova are Co-Alphas of the Arcane-Oracle Pack. From two bloodlines, one.” The ground trembles slightly. Wolves howl. Witches cheer. Magic ignites the clearing, sparks rising like fireflies pulsing in gold, blue, and green. And then the celebration begins.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

But do all monsters do monstrous things only time would tell who could be trusted in this new world that Jake was thrust into? “You’re a hunter, you are a storm” Ethan spoke as if it was obvious, he knew that it was going to be a long night for them both. The constant sound of a dragging body filled their ears as Jake's voice did its back to drown out the sound as he fought the urge to gag at the scent of burnt flesh. There was not much left of the vampire, but Ethan knew that the Vampires did not always burn up all the way. “So, you’re saying that every man in our family all at varying ages becomes a hunter and they take one look at a person and know if they are a witch, vampire, goblin, or

Strange arcane runes shimmered across its surface, radiating an ethereal energy. "A monster core!" Chase's eyes burned with excitement. Monster cores were the essence of a beast's entire existence, containing both its lifelong cultivation and ancestral memories. If he consumed and absorbed it, the benefits would be immeasurable!