Arcane Novels & Stories

"What does it say?" "It speaks of the First Dawn," Alden said quietly, looking at Aurora as she stepped right up to the altar. "And it says that when the true bearer of the lotus light returns to the northern roots, a forgotten path will open one that leads to the source of the ancient magic itself." Aurora reached out slowly, her trembling fingertips hovering just an inch above the glowing blue stone tablet. As her hand touched the cold surface, a blinding flash of warm blue light filled the grotto.

My roommate, Megan Williams, stole the thesis I had spent 187 days writing and revising through twenty-seven drafts for my grad school recommendation. She put her own name on it and submitted it to the college, taking my recommendation spot and deleting every original file from my computer. When I confronted her, she dropped to the floor and started crying. She said I had no right to slander her when I failed to get recommended for grad school. Then she posted a long message in the class group chat, claiming I had plagiarized and had a messy private life. Hundreds of messages flooded in, all of them scolding me. I went to the student counselor. He simply sighed and said, "You're cl

She had already gone through the bookshelves, torn through drawers that hadn’t been opened in years, even lifted the corner of the ancient rug covering the stone floor—but nothing felt useful until now. Her hand pauses over an older scroll, different from the rest. It isn’t sealed, just loosely rolled and tied with a frayed red string. The parchment is brittle, the edges browned with age, but when she unrolls it, her heart skips. It's an old scroll their coven used to discern things unseen... She draws magical signs on it with her finger dipped in animal blood. One name appears a second later. Arwan. Written over and over again. Some of the letters trail off, others bleed into one another. S

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Meena quipped back to me. As we were debating on what are we going to do. Marcellus opened his eyes and started to snarl, roar and contort again. Tendrils of black magic were flaying, flashing and meandering through his body as he thrashed, screamed and roared “Sanguine” and “abyss” repeatedly. “Sanguineabyss is the fifth subrealm of Wengarthria, Aralyn”, Meena told me.

“This has to be from the Arcane Umbrae, right? Every rumor we’ve heard, there’s always a black envelope mentioned.” I point to the letterhead. In red wax, a snake is twisted in a figure eight, eating its own tail. “This is from Arcane Umbrae, all right.” I’d recognize the symbol anywhere. It’s dotted all over Serpentia, carved into the ancient flagstone side streets, carved into doors in random inns and bars. The Order of Arcane Umbrae has been around for centuries and began at this very university, according to legend. It’s a heavily guarded secret, so much so that no one knows who’s a part of it

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

So, I choose my battles wisely. The option to see him outside of packlands, is also equally unappealing. A nosy beta, who considers himself my keeper, would smell him on me, and likely tattle to the Alpha. Not that I give a fuck about that exactly, because if I fell for a tunicula, -which is Latin for thin skin, the wolves use as derogatory term for my kind- I would date him. But out of respect for the potential it brings to fuck up his life, I would not do that to someone I cared about.

While finding a pair of mates during the 21st century is a rare occurrence due to the lack of original, pure-blooded Lycanthropes, they do still exist and produce the more elite and powerful offspring of the Lycan race. I stopped reading and looked up at Cain. "So you're saying that you and I are mates like the book is describing?" I asked him skeptically. He nodded. "That's impossible," I said, looking back down at the book. "It says Lycanthropes emit the pheromone. I'm a human, Cain." "You're right. It should be impossible," he said, pulling up the chair beside me. "Which is why I wanted to ask if you would be

Although it was called an orchard, there were only three golden fruit trees. Chu Xun moved as fast as lightning. He crossed the air, passed through the thick fog, and appeared in the orchard. Each of the three golden fruit trees was laden with a dozen fresh fruits giving off sweet and refreshing scents. They were one of the Elf race's holy treasures, the Arcane Fruits. Chu Xun raised his hand and waved it. An invisible force blew through the branches and leaves of a fruit tree. He plucked all the Arcane Fruits from this tree.