Arcane Novels & Stories

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. •●•

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."

Kirou was surprised at the question for a moment but spoke up regardless, "I became acquainted with another recruit that lacked a weapon. His class is that of Arcane Summoner and all of his skills are weapon locked. I agreed to help make one for him to ease some of his burdens since he's practically struggling at the moment. Why, is something the matter, Senior?" Bladesmith looked between Kirou and the medallion before releasing a sigh at his words. It seems that both his and Bladesmith's paranoia was unfounded. Bladesmith then explained to Kirou his and Old Wolf's worry. Apparently, the medallion is a weapon that's popular among demons as well for sealing the

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.

"You killed him, Marcus. I watched you wipe your blade on his bedsheets. I was there." The moment I spoke the truth, the body dissolved into a cloud of purple smoke. The blood on my hands vanished, leaving my skin completely clean. The heavy fog stirred, and a shadow stepped out from behind a black tree. But it wasn't Marcus. It was a female warrior in dark silver armor, holding two long, curved daggers. Her eyes were completely black, controlled by the forest magic. One of the ten Northern warriors sent to hunt me down. "You cleared the illusion faster than the rest," she hissed, her voice sounding like grinding stones. "But clear eyes won't save your throat."

~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

Mace said, his tone sharp as he motioned for them to follow him through a narrow, winding passageway that seemed to stretch into the very earth itself. “Aran!” Mace called out once they reached the secret chamber. The air was thick with a kind of holiness that made every breath feel heavier. They found Aran sitting on the ground, surrounded by piles of ancient scrolls, feverishly flipping through them. “Aran, what are you doing?” Grace rushed to his side. He didn’t look up as he spoke, his breathing uneven, his eyes wild. “Looking for a scroll written in red ink.” “What’s in that scroll?” Grace asked.

“They’re still trying to figure out how to get past his control.” Arkyn is silent for a moment, his eyes locked on Zane, assessing him. Then he nods. “Alright. We’ll need to figure out how to counter this spell. Legion, reach out to your grandmother. See if she knows anything about reversing this kind of magic.” Legion nods, though his gaze is still locked on Zane, like he’s waiting for an excuse to tear him apart. Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking.

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.

Our fingers intertwined, a silent promise of support and love. "We're surrounded by beauty, both in nature and the beauty in front of whom everything turns dull," I whispered, my eyes locked on Arcane's. She got all shy and her cheeks were a shade of crimson. "Damn it! You will be the death of me." I whispered. Arcane was perhaps in a mood of teasing me tonight, her hand went straight to my crotch and I inhaled sharply, "We are in front of our parents. So, behavre." She said sternly.