Arcane Theory Novels & Stories

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

Just as Lucifer was going to kill the evil man, Max shouted. Hearing Max's voice, Lucifer immediately cancelled his attack and activated "ARCANE SHIELD" as a barrage of attack's came from the snake. Arcane Shield (Rare) (Defensive Spell) Lvl.2 (can be maxed at Lvl.5) DETAILS: Increases DEF by 35% and MANA regeneration increases by 20%,can't shield you against angry Aunties though…. He heh..."TIME FOR YOUR DOOM" said the nuisance of evil as he prepared to use "TRIGONAL FLAME"...

"Liam, do you have any idea why your family, the Coles, were wiped out?" "Why?" Liam pressed. "Ever heard of Arcane Manuscript?" Prince Faber asked. Arcane Manuscript? Liam's frown grew tighter, his face a canvas of confusion. He had not even heard a whisper about Arcane Manuscript, clueless about what it could be. With a creased forehead, Liam questioned, "You mean to say that the downfall of the Coles is tied to this Arcane Manuscript?" Prince Faber gave a nod of approval. "Indeed! Arcane Manuscript is an ancient and mysterious tome that has been handed down through the ages, and the downfall of your family, the Coles, is deeply entwined with its history."

She hated me and wouldn't even return an email. Out of desperation, I resorted to sorcery, as advised by the last doctor from Arcana Hills who came to treat her. They believed Irene's case was caused by sorcery, just as Irene had claimed too but who would do that to her? Arcana hills was known as an academy that had Zero tolerance for sorcery, so having one of their best give an advise to use sorcery, I felt I had no other choice. But soon I learnt the hard way: sorcery was never something to play with because for every spell that was cast, a consequence followed, and I wasn't prepared for it.

He said as if threatening me, turned his back on me and left suddenly. "Arcane. " I shouted at him but Arcane didn't look at me. When are you going to change Arcane.

But it’s wrapped in the Arcane. The sharp star sigil we’ve always known is there. It is eight-pointed and etched with runes so old even our oldest witches whisper when they speak their names. Symbols coil outward in a perfect circle, with moons, pentagrams, and green-rooted glyphs, bound together by swirls of magic carved like vines into gold. It’s a marriage of sight and sorcery. The future and the past. And somehow… It feels right. Like something ancient is waking. Or being reborn.

I explained to her what I had been told my entire life. Luna Sabrina scoffed at me. “We both know that reasoning is far-fetched. Your parents sent you and your siblings there to determine if any of you possessed runic magic.” She hissed. “Your mother, Ruby, possessed the talents to use it, as did your mother Malia, before it was stolen from her.” “Arcane can be stolen?” I asked, a little stunned. I didn’t know if I believed her, but I was curious all the same.

"These events align around him, suggesting a stable interaction, not coincidence." Bren leaned forward slightly. "You think he is masking output?" he asked. "I think the academy's measurement tools may be reading the wrong layer of the phenomenon," Hale replied. Kael sat very still and said quietly, "Wrong layer." That was the kind of phrase adults used when they wanted a complicated answer to sound clean. Orath turned toward Professor Caine. "Your opinion." Caine looked at the charts for a long time, and then she said, "The theory is unacceptable."

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?”

Two days had gone by, but the questions didn’t relent. I couldn’t scrub the threads from my brain, the sequencing of Thornveil with Umbraen deathwork, the precision of bloodline locks, the intent. This wasn’t raw magic stitched together with scorched fingers. It had been theorized, tested, and rewritten. Iterated. And if the Interregnum had truly attempted to carve a new life from the hollow left by dragons, someone had to have known. Someone with the clearance to those levels of arcane theory. Someone who had been alive long enough to recall what wasn’t cataloged. Professor Dana.