Arcane #silco Novels & Stories

Adrian said and grabbed Celesta. “Why would…” “We don’t have anything to say,” I said, interrupting him. “Archer” Hola called and held my hand. “Hola, I already let you know my…” I didn’t complete my statement when Adrian coughed, he did that to stop me so that Celesta wouldn’t find out Hola was not from our pack. I removed my hand slowly from Hola and moved back a little bit.

Ari stood at the threshold of the Old Circle. The once-mighty citadel of the Arcanum had become a skeleton of marble and root. Vines of glowing crystal wove through the ruins, whispering faint syllables that no one could quite understand. The Circle had always been a prison for the divine now it was a garden, half-alive, half-forgotten. Siran approached behind her, her boots crunching on the pale dust. “It’s been years since we came here,” she murmured. “Feels like walking into the mouth of memory.”

Reyna- After I spoke, he released my wrist and stopped walking. “This map hasn’t been made to the public yet. It is still under development and will be released later in the game. This is the only place in the game where we can speak without being discovered.” I didn’t know what was more surprising, the fact that he actually responded to my question, or that his response was proof enough that he was indeed Luka Alder, the CEO of Wolf Tech, and the creator of Arcane Realm.

Behind them, a chaotic assortment of rough-looking fighters—Rogues, mercenaries, and exiles—fanned out, weapons drawn. Ethan didn't flinch. He watched the three Warlords approach. On the left was Silas, a Warlock exiled from the High Coven twenty years ago. He was thin, pale, and wore a suit of modern tech interwoven with glowing runic circuitry. He didn't carry a staff; he carried a tablet that hummed with dark energy. Silas was the architect of the "Techno-Magic" movement, a man who believed biology was a flaw to be corrected.

“Everyone knows who you are, so there is no need for me to say. I do need to leave, as I have something else I need to take care of.” “Where are you running off to?” Eclipse moved quickly to block Arielle before she could jump off the stage and escape. “Yes, everyone knows who I am, but no one really knows who you are.” Silica sighed as she walked over to stand next to Arielle. “Honestly, I am a little curious myself.” Silica placed her arm over Arielle’s shoulder. “I mean, if we are best friends, why do you seem so nervous right now?” This was getting better than I thought it would. Silica was supposed to expose her flat out, but she was goading Arielle. I almost couldn’t stop myself from l

"You think you saved her by taking the memories, but you only moved the target. She is still the Vault, Silas. We don't need the Archive to be inside her brain to harvest the data; we just need to re-sync the Symmetry link. And you're currently wearing the other half of the key." Silas froze, his eyes narrowing. He pulled his hand back, and as he did, he gripped his own forearm—the spot where the serpent brand was hidden beneath his sleeve. It was glowing. Not the angry, bruised purple of before, but a soft, pulsating gold. The connection was being forced. The Archon wasn't coming for the Archive; he was coming for the hardware. "Verina, run!" Silas shouted, shoving the man aside and turning

“He’s got cover. Work fast, witch.” Silas sank to his knees, palms pressed to the ground. Arcane glyphs flared in a circle around the gate, glowing and humming. Rio, Lucien, Adonis, Claude, Odessa, and Celine circled him, their bodies moving faster than the eye could track. Shadows and lightning. Claws and steel. Above them, clouds churned blacker and thicker than before. The first drops of rain fell, cold and heavy. Thunder cracked so loud it seemed to split the sky.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!