Arcane Novels & Stories

The creature looked at Elizabeth and gave a deep grunt noise as she ran in her direction and with a horrible growling stuttering voice she said “Why can’t you just leave us alone?....why did you have to disturb our happiness? We were having such a nice time, he got the mother he lost and I got to be in the world at the behest of my lady” The deamon-like possessed spirit that inhabited that corpse had just given its necromancer summoner away, specifically, it’s gender it was a woman, which narrow things down for the members of the society. Elizabeth looks at Michael Weaver to make him understand what is going on “This thing right here is not your mother, it's an Arcan

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 8♠️ 👓 DAVE 👓 Sigh! What a tangled life mankind lives in. Every living day is a struggle and in every struggle there are winners and losers. Most people say that life is unbalanced and the concept of living is just nothing but a hoax, they have no idea how wrong they are.

Very gruesome but at least we’re allowed to shift. An Arcapy is a beast that dwells in caves just outside of our campus. It looks like a combination of different animals, with sharp claws and scales covering its body. It has horns, fangs, and a menacing, wild look. We have to hunt it, kill it and then bring back it’s head. It would be simple enough if they weren’t so fierce about protecting their territory. I’m excited for the hunt and I can’t wait to see how my little lucky charm handles this one.

No mortal knew what the criteria for being able to wield an artifact was as the gods deemed us unfit of possessing such knowledge. That didn't stop people from trying to acquire them though. This, the secret association known as the Arcane Collectors was born. A group of individuals who dedicated their lives and the lives of many in their bloodline to collecting as many of these artifacts as possible. Some were usually lucky enough to have someone who could wield an artifact in their team. Now, the association has a unique ranking system based on the English alphabet with Z being the top dog and A being the weak runt. To attain a rank, you needed a specific am

​The Arctic Vault, once a silent tomb of Miller Vane’s secrets, now vibrated with a frequency that felt like the heartbeat of a god. The pulse-wave from the golden ship, the "Ancestry-Pulse", had bypassed the lead-quartz shielding as if it were nothing more than rice paper. Outside, the red fog of the Blood-Gate was being burned away, replaced by a blinding, oppressive gold that turned the Arctic sky into a sea of liquid fire.

The orb pulsed faintly in Aria’s hand as she stood alone in the arcane vault. Its soft glow cast ethereal shadows on the dark stone walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t been disturbed in decades. Every instinct in her screamed that this was no ordinary relic. It was alive. Not in the way of living flesh, but in the way of ancient memories preserved by magic older than the wolves themselves. She placed the orb on the altar in the vault’s center. Symbols etched into the stone flickered to life, glowing with blue fire as the orb reacted to its new environment. For a moment, the air vibrated—charged, trembling.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

Kade, Rian, Seraphine, and Sorrel are in the center of the group. Selene? She drifted wherever she pleased. Rian whispered, “I really don’t like that the walls are breathing.” “They’re not breathing,” Kade muttered. “They’re pulsing with layered luminous rings bound to an ancient reality spine.” Rian gulped. “That somehow sounds worse.” The tunnel spiraled downward, carved from black stone veined with faint blue patterns. At regular intervals, circular nodes glowed in the ceiling—Arcana sealing glyphs that had clearly been overwritten.

"Liam, do you have any idea why your family, the Coles, were wiped out?" "Why?" Liam pressed. "Ever heard of Arcane Manuscript?" Prince Faber asked. Arcane Manuscript? Liam's frown grew tighter, his face a canvas of confusion. He had not even heard a whisper about Arcane Manuscript, clueless about what it could be. With a creased forehead, Liam questioned, "You mean to say that the downfall of the Coles is tied to this Arcane Manuscript?" Prince Faber gave a nod of approval. "Indeed! Arcane Manuscript is an ancient and mysterious tome

And more than anything, why couldn’t she get him out of her head? Rahl’s expression shifted. “Kane is Arcanian,” Rahl began, choosing his words carefully. “You already know this. He is a creature of old magic and… there are things about him I cannot reveal, he will have to tell you himself. What I do know is that the dragons and gods have a stake in your ascension as the last hunter and that is why I knew you weren’t safe. It’s not just the council that concerns me; some gods and dragons oppose your ascent. Kane and I have allied to protect you.” “Why would an Arcanian care about protecting me? It’s peculiar that you’ve allied yourself with one. Haven’t you considered the historical enmity b