Arcane Novels & Stories

ANGELINA'S POV: "Avareen. A Kingdom of beauty and wonder. A place where creatures can exist without the human beings even knowing of our existence. The humans live in a seperate world. Only seperated by a gateway that is known only to the royals and the elders. The people of Avareen are able to enter the gateway but once they go through, they cannot return. Their powers are stripped and they must live the rest of their existence as a human being. Usually the only times that the Avarinians end up crossing the gateway is either due to banishment for a misuse of their powers or by simple choice. Wishing to live a life free of magic but those cases are very rare. There is another form of banishm

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.

Evan was in a mysterious white space. An old stranger just handed Evan his legacy in full. The information crashed into Evan's mind like the waves of the sea. Eventually, the waves condensed into three simple words. They read, 'Ninefold Arcane Arts.' The Ninefold Arcane Arts had everything from geomancy and martial arts to medicine, formations, and mystic arts. He tried to use it a little, and energy was starting to fill his battered body. "It's actually working!" He was delighted. A sliver of energy popped up in his elixir field, and it was like a dragon flying in the skies. Even his senses were sharpened.

Like a tomb for knowledge no one wanted anymore. Rhea led me deep into the stacks. Past history. Past genealogy. Into a section I had never seen. The books here were older. Bound in leather so worn it felt like cloth. She pulled one down. Blew dust from the cover. Set it on a table. "Bloodline manifestations" she read from the spine. "Recorded abilities in ancient wolf families." "You think this is genetic?" "I think you are not the first person this has happened to." She flipped through pages. Stopped on a section marked EMPATHIC RESONANCE.

But it’s wrapped in the Arcane. The sharp star sigil we’ve always known is there. It is eight-pointed and etched with runes so old even our oldest witches whisper when they speak their names. Symbols coil outward in a perfect circle, with moons, pentagrams, and green-rooted glyphs, bound together by swirls of magic carved like vines into gold. It’s a marriage of sight and sorcery. The future and the past. And somehow… It feels right. Like something ancient is waking. Or being reborn.

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.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

she added and made to go but he held her back. “Let go” aurora blurted again but this time Malcolm glared at her and she kept still. She has seen his sad, happy and angry faces but this face was different, he looked dominating and evil? “What is this nonsense?” Malcolm asked Angeline while his eyes were glaring daggers at her. Angeline fidgeted for a while, she didn’t know how to start talking not when he had that manacing look on his face. “Speak!!!”” Angeline flinched, “i just came to know how she was feeling after Liam’s death”

“And whatever that something is, I do not want to know about it…” “Aurora…” “I have enough in my hands to deal with another case of Giovanni and Nicolas, Dante” Aurora said coldly “a compass, a magic scroll, guardian, whatever other bullshit that you might try to show…” “Aurora, the compass literally opened when you approached it. Did you think that I would lie to you…”

Relief rushed through me as the prospect of a peaceful future hit me. "I won’t say thank you for your help." Arlo pointed out. "Now hold out your arm." Obeying his command, I held up my arm and took in the arcana that had one-third of it missing. "You sure you don’t want to take advantage of the remaining time?" "No." "Then I wish you the best." Lowering my gaze, I watched as Arlo stuck his nail into the end of the arcana, making it start to glow. As he spoke in a strange tongue, it began to slowly fade along with the world around me until all that was left was darkness.