Arcane Sketch Novels & Stories

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

Others tapped their fingers, glanced sideways, or simply stared ahead like soldiers awaiting orders. The room didn't feel like a classroom. It felt like a cage of predators told to act civilized. Professor Viorell stood at the front, still twirling his chalk with idle flair. The board behind him bore three words in looping script: The Arcane Veins He let the silence linger, almost like he was savoring it—then turned with a slow grin, eyes dancing behind the smoke-tinted lenses of his spectacles. “So,” he said, dragging the word like a dagger across velvet. “What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?”

Jonah chuckled. The words stung, reminding her that she had wished that she had accepted Arkyn and pledged to his pack. It would be useful right now. She continued to work on losing the metal. Packless the word floated around in her head. “Njar!” Arkyn sent back his heart rate raising. “Dark …Forest '' Came through shortly after Njar’s and he knew it was Skarde and he was hurt. What was happening. “Skarde!” Arkyn yelled back through mindlink demanding someone to answer him.