Arcane Steampunk Novels & Stories

She had spent over half of that time trying to create a cure with the help of the Aequivalere. The Aequivalere is an association of supernatural creatures that played referee, making sure that each species more or less behaved themselves and kept their existence hidden from the general human populace. Lily helped them stop the werewolf Xavier Thompson from creating more hybrids like her and all his other dark research and in exchange, she worked from them and they helped her research a cure, though so far they hadn’t gone far in all this time.

Since that fateful night, she had not laid eyes on him, and Aldric on the other hand had been keeping his distance. Reyana was eager to go out and mingle with people because she was tired of feeling trapped and frustrated. She was finally a prisoner in her pack. Her heart sank as her gaze fell upon the bracelet adorning her wrist – the Arcane bind. A single tear traced a path down her cheek. The Arcane bind sat mockingly on her wrist. As harmless as it looked, it was meant to keep her confined in the pack. The day she goes beyond her confinement, she dies.

A simple but cunning method to draw attention away from their warehouse. The vision of the sprites was a wild blurry state, akin to looking through a stained glass window. Movement was evident by the dancing flame like tendrils that protruded from the moving figures. Even through reduced state she witnessed through the sprites, she could still make up the form of her Kolysian enemy. The skeletal shamble of the machine men, the hunched gait of their autogolems and confident stride of the Kolysians themselves. She focused a bit more of her tether on the sprite on East street, attempting to tie the bond of the arcane eye to the machine’s vision. Straining through, her attempt had bore fruit. So

​The Arctic Vault, once a silent tomb of Miller Vane’s secrets, now vibrated with a frequency that felt like the heartbeat of a god. The pulse-wave from the golden ship, the "Ancestry-Pulse", had bypassed the lead-quartz shielding as if it were nothing more than rice paper. Outside, the red fog of the Blood-Gate was being burned away, replaced by a blinding, oppressive gold that turned the Arctic sky into a sea of liquid fire.

Victoria squeezed Raven’s hand once—reassuring, steady. Then she pushed the doors open. The throne room waited beyond—vast, echoing, lit by chandeliers of blood-red crystal. King Alaric sat upon a throne of black obsidian and polished bone. His eyes—ruby like his daughter’s, but ancient, fathomless—fixed on the small necromantress in crimson. Raven felt the weight of that gaze like a physical thing. Her free hand brushed the black tome hidden in the satchel at her side.

The Ember Hollow lay hidden beneath a spiderweb of sandstone arches, its entrance concealed by a curtain of ivy and shadows. As dusk settled, lanterns carved from fossilized bone glowed in clustered alcoves, guiding Vera and Lucien along the winding tunnels. Rebel artisans—defected Sentinels, half-blood scholars, and smuggler-turned-miners—labored around workbenches strewn with resonance crystals and spool upon spool of dream-silk thread.

Everything still depended on how well his body recovered, which meant there could be complications. A hope as uncertain as this one was always closely followed by irrational fear. He couldn't shake the thought that it might all slip through his fingers if he weren't careful. Suddenly, Kaldor tossed him an old, yellowed book. Three bold, flowing words were written across the cover—Black Arcane Arts. "Sir, what is this?" Zeke asked, stunned. Kaldor replied coolly, "A method to help you survive the second phase."

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

I guessed Xander still charged the maids to clean it regularly. "Woah." I gasped unconsciously at everything I was looking at. This was where my mother worked as Silver Eye's pack doctor. I touched the work surfaces and avoided equipment with razor-sharp teeth and blades. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Cara?" I glanced at Xander, ignoring him for a moment. "This place is amazing. Why don't you donate all this equipment?" "The Arcanes were made right here. All of your mother's inventions, including Kaloyan's twi—"