Arcane Sketch Novels & Stories

However, in the next second, Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. I picked up my pencil and began sketching. My face was expressionless. For context, I was a master at drawing nude models’ anatomy. When I was in the mood, I would even coach them on their poses. Several times during the process, Arvid’s expression seemed off. It was not until I finished the third sketch that he suddenly strode over and knocked my easel over with a single sweep of his hand. “Layla, do you even know what shame is?”

"'Explodes' whenever someone attempts cheating while using it. Never hurts, but it puts anyone nearby under an illusion that the user's hand exploded with the quill. It was created by the Elves." "But their screams?" One examinee from the front asked. Theresa yawned before answering, "I would, too, if I saw my hands covered in blood. As I said, it was all an illusion. Arcanus wouldn't hurt its students but it will weed out undeserving prospects. Continue your exams, you're all running out of time." Theresa's reminder felt like a splash of cold water, and although some were still in a state of shock, they continued to answer their own papers. Meanwhile, Mariana, who already finished answering

*"If the enemy prepares a counter-ritual, let them. It will consume their focus, their resources, their time. While they work to stop one plan, you execute another." Arlene had three plans. The memorial massacre was just the most obvious. Plan two was simpler. Crueler. More direct. She touched her stomach, feeling the emptiness there. The transfer spell had failed because Jasmina wasn't actually dead. But there were other ways to steal an unborn child. Darker ways. She pulled out a black knife from her desk drawer. The blade was obsidian, carved with runes that glowed faintly red. "Soul blade," she whispered. "Cuts through flesh and spirit."

“I know.” Cassian leaned back in his chair, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m sorry, but when the most unreadable, emotionally frozen, responsible twin finally gets struck by a woman who can make him pause a sentence—that is historical. We need documentation. Archives. Interviews. A full trilogy.” Arianna nodded, taking notes. “Already started.” Arian held out his drawing pad. “I drew Uncle Adrian’s face when he saw her.” It was a stick figure with massive shocked eyes.

I settled her against my shoulder, my massive arm providing an absolute, unyielding cradle for her small form. "Look, Mr. Marcus!" Catherine said proudly, pointing a small, paint-stained finger back at the sketch pad. "I drew Snowflake’s pasture, and I put a big blue wall around it so the wind can’t blow her drawings away." I looked at the drawing—a remarkably precise rendering of the estate's lower fields, surrounded by thick, structural lines that she had carefully colored in deep sapphire blue, the exact shade of the Aria Initiative's global encryption layers. A fierce, protective wave of pride surged through my veins, hot and absolute.

The main goal is capture the Lycans before people get hurt. Or minimize the causalities. Whatever possible. “What are you even doing?” I ask, scooting closer to peer at the paper in his hands I get the answer to my question soon enough. On the slightly damp paper, a picturesque sketch of the market and the festival below looks back at me. I gasp in sheer awe, looking closer at the sketch. “That looks amazing!” I glance at Arryn, and then back at the sketch “I didn’t know you could draw so well!”

“Alessia, may I?” She studied him for a heartbeat and then extended it. “Carefully.” He took it like it might explode. His resonance brace lit up the second his fingers closed around the crystal. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening. “What?” Kael demanded immediately. “It’s not just memory,” Kade whispered. “It’s… design. Patterns. The structure of Arcana is luminous. The framework he used to ascend.” Selene’s golden eyes gleamed. “Blueprints.”

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

As he nodded and sat down, he gave a signal with his eyes to a man behind him who was in a military uniform. The man then walked over with a box that had a vintage pattern carved on it and handed it to Prince Faber respectfully. Prince Faber pushed the box to Keyon after he received it and said with a grin, "Mr. Yeager, I've spent three years and found one of the remaining pages of the Arcane Manuscript from the Cole family back then. It's right here in this box. Please help me hand it to the head of your family." Keyon immediately put down his cup and straightened his back. He had a solemn expression as he looked at that box.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Arabel. It’s my duty as a leader to protect my pack, including you. Trust me.” “But,” Arabel said in a desperate voice. “Don’t worry, I have a plan!” *** JONEA RAWLING After returning to the blue sapphire, I tried hard to forget everything that happened in the land of cats. I’m finishing a painting ordered from one of Daran’s acquaintances. “A few shades of red and it’ll be done soon.” While painting, I also added the magic runes that Daran taught me. My painting was not ordinary, but a rune hidden behind the picture. These runes neutralize black magic and cure the person who ordered the painting.