Arcane Sketch Novels & Stories

The soft, muted light from the single window cast shadows that danced across the walls, highlighting the subtle imperfections in the paint. A wooden desk sat opposite his bed, its surface polished to a shine, but it was empty, save for a few scattered pencils. As I scanned the room, I felt an unexpected chill, a whisper of the secrets it held. My gaze fell on a drawer beneath the desk. I opened it slowly, the creak of the old wood echoing in the silence. Inside, sketches and notes lay haphazardly, their edges curling slightly. The first one I picked up depicted intricate patterns of the moon jade, the drawings capturing light in a way that made them shimmer faintly. Anakiyus’s handwriting wa

She had already gone through the bookshelves, torn through drawers that hadn’t been opened in years, even lifted the corner of the ancient rug covering the stone floor—but nothing felt useful until now. Her hand pauses over an older scroll, different from the rest. It isn’t sealed, just loosely rolled and tied with a frayed red string. The parchment is brittle, the edges browned with age, but when she unrolls it, her heart skips. It's an old scroll their coven used to discern things unseen... She draws magical signs on it with her finger dipped in animal blood. One name appears a second later. Arwan. Written over and over again. Some of the letters trail off, others bleed into one another. S

I traced my fingers over the faded black ink, expecting to find a list of charity donations or real estate transactions. Instead, the heavy parchment contained dozens of strange, detailed sketches. "What does it say, Jaslyn?" Connor demanded to know, the urgent edge in his voice forcing me to focus on the intricate drawings. "They are anatomical drawings of massive wolves, Connor, and the sketches are incredibly detailed," I described the horrific images. "Wolves?" he repeated in absolute confusion. "Why would a wealthy business family keep a secret book about wild animals locked inside an iron vault?" he questioned the bizarre logic. "I do not think these are normal animals," I murmured, tu

The Observer assigned to Machiv is widly entranced and jotting down bits of information, and the machine that points at Machiv also furiously stamps and prints away on its paper. Though, Mr. Lean tells me kindly that not to worry about others and how well I do, and that the best thing to do is concentrate on my own skills. So, after taking a breath, I go through what I can do. One of the little skills that is available to me is actually drawing forth my constellation, and a unicorn comprised of shining carmine dots comes forward, gallops around and and then stops to nuzzle my cheek, which I do laugh at, and then it fades away as Mr. Lean claps and writes down more.

“I have no idea what to send.” “Don’t worry. I’ve already narrowed it down to the top three options.” McKenzy pulls up a folder on her phone. “Option one, your abstract of the night sky. Option two, the messy self-portrait you made after that wine binge. Option three, the half-naked one of Rafe.” “Absolutely not the Rafe one,” I say immediately. “He doesn’t need to be immortalized that way.” “You’re no fun.” Before I can fully process the gallery news, my phone buzzes again.

I tried to hide how surprised and uncomfortable I was being mentioned about my pack. "The river pack had strange abilities that were connected to the water and the Luna; I heard she could heal with the smallest droplet of water," Arkane continued about my pack. "Probably if she was here, she would help me remove my scars," Arkane said sadly. A hand sadly touched his right shoulder. He slowly looked at me as I did. We both stared into each other's eyes as if we didn't want to stop. "Arkane," I heard someone call, allowing us to stop staring at each other.

And that pair of fiery eyes that stared at her intimately. Lauren took a deep breath and got up from the bed. She sat down at the table. She took out her sketchbook and pencil. She closed her eyes for a few seconds before sketching on the paper. After about ten minutes, a face with sharp features bearing a mischievous charm akin to that of a handsome rogue began to take shape on the paper. That touch of provocative arrogance was also captured in the drawing. Lauren was in a daze as she stared at her work. She stroked the pair of eyes she drew lightly.

But I wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated. “Then make your own version,” I finally said. “Let’s see who does it better.” Aaric smiled with triumph. “Challenge accepted.” He stepped away from the concrete divider and crouched down, pulling a black leather notebook from his backpack. With smooth, swift motions, he started drawing clean, precise lines—more mechanical than my free, emotional sketches. I watched every move, captivated despite myself.

SOMETHING ticklish behind Ara's ear woke her up from her slumber. She's greeted by a handsome soft smile with a pretty white set of teeth. Grayish eyes peering down her morning face. Suddenly aware of her morning stars she covered her face. Her breath must have stunk too! "Why are you covering your face?" Vanluke asked grinning. Damn it, why does he look like a supermodel so early in the morning while she probably looks more like a zombie who just came out of a grave.

Because she is out there. Waiting. Plotting. And whatever she's planning, it’s not going to be pretty. But tonight? Tonight, the Arcane-Oracle Pack is whole. We have two new heirs. We’ve made history. And I swear to whatever gods are listening, I will burn the fucking world down before I let anyone take that away from us. Not even me. Let the beast come. I’m ready. *** Zane Wynter One year.