Arcane Novels & Stories

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement su

Looking at the heavenly general's dead body on the ground, Philip did not know what to say. After hearing the heavenly general’s words, Conlay's face changed drastically. “The Arcane Ocean?! I’ve heard about that place from my teacher. It’s rumored to be the cemetery of the mighty beings! “According to legend, it’s good enough if one out of ten mighty beings can walk out alive once they enter.” Philip frowned. No wonder the heavenly general said he could not guarantee that Philip could walk out alive.

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once

Because he’s naked except for shadows curling around his hips, and oh my god he’s huge everywhere. He tilts his head, amused. “Cat got your tongue, Ivy?” “How do you know my name?” I finally squeak. “You wrote it in blood on the contract, darling.” He flicks a claw and the chalk circle explodes into black fire. “I’m Lucian. Prince of the Third Circle. And you just sold me thirty nights of absolute obedience.” My knees almost give out. “I—I thought it was a metaphor—” “Nothing about me is a metaphor.” He steps closer, wings spreading, and I smell smoke and cinnamon. “Say yes, and your debts vanish. Say no, and I leave. Your choice.”

The sanctuary, once sealed in slumber beneath centuries of decay and dread, now awakened for its rightful heir. Arla-Rosa stood at the heart of the Flamebearer’s chamber, surrounded by concentric runes etched in starlight and bloodline magic. Amarantha stood across from her, cloaked in ceremonial robes of the Saphiren matriarchs, her face serene yet shadowed by the weight of decades. In her hands, she held the Ignis Core, a glowing relic that once pulsed at the center of every Saphiren ritual.

After the Inferno Guild, the next announcement came from the capital's physician's office, Arcane Sanctum. They had sent various precious medicinal herbs, including a century-old rare herb and snow lily. Following Arcane Sanctum was the Tideborn Guild, which also sent rare treasures. Among them, Mystic Pearls were the most prized. They seemed determined to outdo the Inferno Guild, delivering three jars of Mystic Pearls, along with a variety of gemstones. Their offerings filled three entire boxes.

*"If the enemy prepares a counter-ritual, let them. It will consume their focus, their resources, their time. While they work to stop one plan, you execute another." Arlene had three plans. The memorial massacre was just the most obvious. Plan two was simpler. Crueler. More direct. She touched her stomach, feeling the emptiness there. The transfer spell had failed because Jasmina wasn't actually dead. But there were other ways to steal an unborn child. Darker ways. She pulled out a black knife from her desk drawer. The blade was obsidian, carved with runes that glowed faintly red. "Soul blade," she whispered. "Cuts through flesh and spirit."

The silver light pulsed gently under his touch, warm and welcoming, before slowly fading back into the deep grain of the ancient trunk. "Cassian?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper in the quiet room. "What is that mark? Why did my magic do that?" Cassian turned back to me, his silver eyes wide with an emotion I had never seen on his face before—reverence. "That isn't rogue magic, Sierra," Cassian said, his voice deep and solemn. "That crest belongs to the Arcane Bloodline. They were the original protectors of this continent centuries ago, long before the Lycan High Council ever carved up the land into pack territories."