Arcane #silco Novels & Stories

“You wanted a voice that could not be corrupted. Now it’s ours. Let’s not wait for someone to tell us what it means.” Later, Ari found a small patch of soil where no bloom had ever taken root. She knelt there. No ceremony. No spell. Only presence. She placed the old spindle Mira had carved into the earth. Folded her hands. Closed her eyes. And whispered: “This is not for power. This is not for guidance. This is for remembering that we once chose silence. And that silence… chose us back.”

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

This was the Archon, the head of the Sovereign Circle. "Where is he?" Verina rasped, her voice sounding hollow, processed through a digital filter that made her skin crawl, she looked down at her arms and saw thin, translucent filaments running beneath her skin like glowing veins, they pulsed with a steady, violet light, rhythmic and hypnotic. "Where is Silas?"

“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.

Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol. With the patch of skin removed, Bellamy snapped his fingers again and crystal decanter containing a blue liquid appeared in his hand. He slowly poured the liquid over the wound on Lissa’s chest making the skin underneath sizzle as tendrils of smoke rose from the wound. Her ear-piercing screams rang throughout the room again. Bellamy hissed as the liquid splashed up, burning his hands, leaving behind bright red blisters. Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation.

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.

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!

In her place was a woman who had tasted blood and found she liked the flavor. The First Move The meeting ended with a flurry of signatures and forced handshakes. As the room cleared, only Claire Halloway remained. She approached me, her expression unreadable. "You’re good, Elara," she said quietly. "Better than your father. He was too kind for this world. But you... you have Julian’s edge." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Be careful. Silas has a silent partner. Someone who didn't show up in your logic bomb because they never used the Thorne servers. They call themselves 'The Architect.' And they don't like losing their investments."