Arcane Novels & Stories

As for leveling to seven she received a night luminescent pearl that could aid her greatly in her cultivation as it could help her absorb the essence and power from the sun and the moon on its own. This essence or energy could then be stored into her spiritual sea and help her breakthrough and reach higher realms. So K swallowed the pearl and stored it into her spiritual sea for better aiding. When she was done checking the Tycoon mall, she returned back to the bed and transferred one hundred and fifty million to Paula for the company. The problem she was having was now solved. She could now focus on hunting a home she could live in when she starts living in Valletta.

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

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.

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

"I do, but they put a uhruu on me." "A what?" I quirked up a confused eyebrow. "A uhruu," Granark repeated before sticking out his left leg. An anklet adorned with too many bone charms clacked against his boot. "The bones are from an Eclan bear and they mysteriously suppress magical powers. As long as this thing is on me, I'm a useless old man." "Crap," I mumbled under my breath. "There has got to be another way out of here." My eyes did a second scan of the wagon. I had no idea where these bounty hunters were taking us, but I already knew that once we got there, there was no way back.

I turned around to glare at him and move away from him but as usual he pulled me closer by my waist and whispered in my ear in an intimidating tone "Be good" Those words were enough for me to stop moving away from him and without knowing I started moving to the place where I had to get the things. We went to the hidden magical market that was named after a famous wizard Alvin, Alvinelly. I bought all the things I would require to prevent anyone from recognising me and then I bought the things that I would require to escape from James without him noticing. He didn't understand my reason for buying so many things and as he knew nothing about them, I could easily buy them without much questioni

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.

​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.

"I do not understand." "You are not just a wolf Maya. You never were. That is why Damien targeted you. Why your pack was slaughtered. Why the Lycan Kingdom's old texts mention your family name in prophecies written centuries ago." She stepped closer. "You carry something ancient. Something that has not manifested in generations. And it is waking up." The training ground felt smaller. The sky felt closer. Every sound was too loud. Every color too bright. "What am I becoming?" Rhea did not answer immediately. She looked at the broken stone. At my hands. At the faint shimmer of power still visible beneath my skin if you knew where to look.

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