Arcane Novels & Stories

The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

The rain outside reflected in the polished floors, creating a surreal glow. The living area was a masterclass in minimalistic opulence - walls of dark stone, contemporary furniture in black and deep grey, and a piano that gleamed under the ambient lighting. Glass shelves displayed trophies, awards, and rare artefacts from around the world - proof of a life lived at the pinnacle of wealth and influence. "Impressive," Matilda whispered, feeling a strange mix of awe and fear. He didn't answer. Instead, he gestured for her to sit on a leather chaise lounge. He moved with predatory grace, every step measured, controlled, magnetic, as he poured a drink from a crystal decanter - the amber liquid ca

Besides, Alpha had clearly instructed him to not do anything that would waste time and make Alana refuse to help us. Suddenly the air shifts and fear momentarily enters Alana’s eyes. AAh…the power of the Trueblood aura! “Alpha.” Alana greets the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack in a raspy voice. Alpha Azraiel nods at her and asks, “State your name and purpose for being here.” “My name is Alana Seashore and I am a witch. I have information that might be useful for you.” “Hmmm” Azraiel hums with a neutral face.

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

He stepped between us to pluck the ring from Avery's fingers before she could slide it on. He studied it, turning it every which way, even holding it up to the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. "How did he manage that?" "Manage what?" I asked, a sinking pit growing in my stomach. "I told you my magic is based around Earth, right? Well, metal and gemstones are as much a part of earth as plants are. But what I see here is - I just can't figure out how a Necromancer could possibly produce a Witch's spell as intricate as this."

Cree, now in his full wolf form, was going ballistic, slamming against the invisible shield I had erected around us, his roars of anguish tearing through the air. Arcania loomed over my mother’s body, the dagger ready to do more damage, her eyes fixed on me, savoring my torment. But I was done. She was so busy posturing for me, trying to show me just how much of a bargaining chip she thought she had, that she didn’t realize I was dismantling the intricate magic she had my mom entombed in, slowly, carefully. Mom noticed when it was gone, a flicker of awareness returning to her eyes. Just as Arcania brought the knife down for another blow, Mom used her magic, a sudden burst of power, to stop t

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

~Avery's POV~ “What do you mean by I'm the last Arcane?” I asked, staring at Valerie. My heart was still beating fast. I knew what an Arcane was. I had read about them during my studies in Oakridge. The story of the first Arcane was one of the oldest stories I had ever come across, especially because it was connected to the Voidborn. The Arcane were powerful magic users who existed long before the kingdom of Elarion was established. According to the books, the first Arcane had used an incredible power to seal the Voidborn away but the