Arcane #silco Novels & Stories

a familiar voice that Silas never expected to hear again in his life boomed. He turned around sharply in horror, “Aran?” Aran walked in darkly, “Did you think you could use him to get the Blood Petal and get rid of the Dread Lord, Silas?!” he stood right in front of him and glared, “Do you have any fucking idea who you tried to make a deal with and brought to this disastrous situation where those two are fighting so that half of the Blackpine Forest has been turned barren?”

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

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.

SIERRA When we pulled apart, Dante's eyes shifted, indicating someone was behind us. Just in time, I caught a flash of a short jet-black-and-red ombre wig and bronze skin disappearing from the lounge. Scarlett. I shot to my feet. "Oh no!" Bloody hell was more like it. My heart nosedived into my belly as the air thinned around me. I glanced at Dante, who had stretched his legs and spread an arm on top of the couch, more relaxed than ever.

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 doesn’t say a word, just collapses into a chair and pulls out his laptop, his fingers flying across the keys as he dives back into the digital archives. Finally, after what feels like a decade but is barely five minutes, the heavy oak door swings open. Silas enters. His face is a mask of carved granite, but I can see the faint tremor in his jaw, his wolf is fighting hard against the surface. He doesn’t offer a greeting. He simply walks to my desk and slaps two lab printouts side by side onto the polished wood. I lean over them, my eyes scanning the headers. The top printout reads: Aconitine. The second: Silver.

“ What’s wrong my dear ? You seem annoyed about something . What did I do wrong ? “ said Aron . “ You…….Do you even know how much damage you have caused me ? Don’t try and play the fool here . “ said Ayla annoyed . “ How are you so sure that I am behind this ? “ asked Aron . “ How am I sure ? There’s only one crazy person who has nothing better to do and has lots of money to spend in playing around . “ said Ayla . Aron listened to her and could help but laughed a little . “ Alright , you caught me ! It is me who brought three to four of the goods . The last one to four was bought by B&M . The misconception of others pointed it directly at B&M since they are the only company that purchased th

“However, if I catch you in my daughters room at night, or day, Cian, you will understand that hell also exists topside. Just tell us you’re coming to visit, we’re not keeping her from either of you. She misses you both.” Cian nods, seemingly lost in thought for a second before coming back to the room. “Well, not that everything about that is out in the open, it’s time I come clean about my real motives, besides helping Luna Lilliana and her mother.” He says, sipping his coffee again. “Aron landed through a portal within the Great Hall of Silvan’s camp last night and complained about being found out. Apparently he is working with Silvan, his cohorts and Anicka.”

In the shadows of his surveillance network, Silas smiled faintly. “Good,” he murmured. “Now he understands.” ARC 9 ended not with certainty, but with inevitability. And the price of the kiss had only just begun to reveal itself.