Novel & Cerita Arcane Reaction Fanfiction

ELARA POV Tuesday morning arrived with a stillness that felt entirely different from the day before. The memory of the kiss remained in the space between us, an unspoken shift that neither of us acknowledged when we met in the kitchen. Alaric was at the island, his laptop open, his tie perfectly knotted once more. The vulnerable man from the night before had been neatly tucked away beneath a fresh charcoal suit. "You're taking the car today," Alaric said, his voice flat as he kept his eyes on his screen. "Marcus is driving. No arguments."

I was born without a wolf—the Blackwood family's most shameful daughter. My twin sister Seraphina, however, was blessed with a rare white wolf. She'd been cradled in our parents' palms since birth. When she got hurt, I drank the potion and bled in her place. When she caused trouble, I took the punishment for her. At eighteen, she was betrothed to Prince Alaric—a man under a terrible curse. They said every full moon, he turned into a mindless monster. His first three brides had all died beneath his claws. Seraphina sobbed and refused to go. So my parents sacrificed me again. They dressed me up and sent me to the altar in her place. Even Alaric himself warned me with disgust: "Don't eve

She said not looking at him. “I found a family here. Nimue deeply cares for Rune. She’s a wolf who loves me. Mrs. Lucian treats Rune like her grandchild.” She threw a quick glance at him and continued. “And Marcus acts like his father.” Alaric’s jaw tensed at her mentioning Marcus. “He can act as his father but Rune. Is. My. Son.” He said with icy emphasis. “And you are not marrying him at all, Adrienne Mallory. You are my wife, witch.” Alaric coldly told her.

Samuel’s dark eyes churned like a bottomless abyss, an ancient, predatory hunger waking up beneath the surface. "Little Luna, I’m addicted." "I want you in my bed every single night." Arabella’s pupils constricted, the color draining entirely from her lips. "Samuel, do you hear yourself? I am your nephew’s wife—everything that happened tonight was a drunken mistake. Wake up, and tomorrow we pretend none of this ever happened." At her words, Samuel captured her delicate hand, lifting it to his lips to press a hot, unyielding, highly possessive kiss against her knuckles. His predatory gaze never left hers.

Rowan growled, his voice laced with anger and resolve. Alaric’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Oh, but you are. You’ve been playing my game all along, even if you didn’t realize it. And now… it’s time to claim my prize.” I stepped forward, pulling the ancient text close to my chest as if it could shield me from the darkness radiating from Alaric. “This isn’t a game, Alaric. It’s our lives—our future. And I won’t let you take that away.”

The king of the Lycan just grinned a sharp-toothed grin at Archer, his red eyes gleaming. “Listen to me,” Ariadne said softly. Archer looked down at her, his heart racing so hard. “Of course,” he said softly. “Is there a plan is-” He froze. He couldn’t hear her thoughts. When had that changed? “Wait, Ari-” “I, Ariadne Sinclaire, reject you…” She looked up at him, her eyes hard. Pain shot through his chest at her words. His lungs felt like they were on fire. The rejection ritual had begun.

like either friends or enemies. "You old fool!" Ara said angrily. Dark's gaze narrowed, his eyes still flashing yellow, as he said, "I said... Who's your old friend, Little Petal?" He repeated his statement with a raised brow now, as of to challenge her Ariana's face turned beet red with rage, her eyes blazing with indignation. But instead of unleashing a fiery blast of magic, she looked more like a petulant child who'd just had their toy taken away. It was kinda cute to Theo and Elijah

I turned to her and stared at her, uncertain of what I had heard. “What did you just say?” I growled as I advanced towards her with slow steps. “Your daughter is a brat Gabriel and her dead mother should have taught her some manners,” Mira replied nonchalantly. My anger instantly burnt red and I charged at her in blind anger, bounding across the room, and in the blink of an eye, I was standing over her. My claws were elongated, ready and eager to taste blood, her blood. Mira burst out laughing, turned to look at me, and broke into another fit of laughter.

My head snaps to the side and I stumble back, cheek burning. The room goes dead quiet for one second. Then it explodes. “You ungrateful little shit,” my father growls. His face turns red. “After everything I gave you? After I arranged this match with Tyler to secure your place in the pack?” I touch my cheek and laugh once, sharp and greatly annoyed now. “Arranged? You mean you pimped me out while you were busy screwing my fiancé behind my back. Real father of the year stuff, Marcus.” Tyler pushes off the wall, blood trickling down his temple. He looks pissed but there’s something smug underneath it. “Claire, calm down. You’re making a scene. This is why you need me. You always overreact.”

"You know I would do anything for you." I closed my eyes, a cold smile on my lips. The next morning, I carefully prepared a black velvet gift box. Inside lay two things: a blood pact annulment agreement, signed by me and witnessed by my family's high priest, and the matriarchal ring of the Morrell clan. "Alaric, this is a gift for you." He took it, a flash of pleasant surprise in his eyes. "Should I open it now?" "No. Wait two days. It will be more meaningful that way."