Arcane Titles Novels & Stories

“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to stay safe.” Lennon nodded and placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. Then his eyes flicked toward me as I tapped on my phone, sending the details swiftly. “There,” I said, sliding my phone back into my pocket. “I’ve sent you the contact information for someone at The Arcane Network.” “The Arcane Network?” Lennon repeated, raising a brow. “They’re a specialized group that handles situations like this—shady dealings, hidden threats, people who want to fly under the radar. They’ve helped me before, and trust me, they’ll be very interested in working with you.”

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

She wouldn't act on it just yet. "Grandpa, have you heard about any strange illnesses around here?" Aria asked. Titus shook his head. "Nothing like that. But there's been a lot of talk about the arcane conference lately. People are saying the fortunes told there are very accurate." Aria smiled. "Must be rare to have arcane practitioners from all over the world gather in one place." But she felt uneasy. Events like these made it easier for people to blend in unnoticed. After a pause, Titus said, "Actually, there's something odd."

They came at dawn. Not the Fae. Not the Vampires. Not the Witches alone. All of them. The horizon was a wall of color and magic and malice. Black Vampire banners with red moons. Green Fae banners that shimmered like leaves in wind. Purple Witch banners marked with silver runes. And in the center, the Arcane Council’s silver sigil. Magister Thorne hadn’t been lying about them mobilizing.

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.”

(ARCANAS) “ARCANAS?” She asks wondering about the name, the title, and the very card her older twin is playing with. “Do you mean the Tarots cards?” As it teasingly asks her with a giggling tone and expression that left her dumbfounded with her prequel interest and wants to know regarding the set of a somewhat ordinary playing card, yet not. The set of cards that she always sees holding by it, passes down from their grandmother and her twin as the successor. The very deck of cards that her twin and older sister treasures so much and cared for.

Along with this trait, the Arcane Summoner has the traits and . : This trait allows the bearer to create a new creature to act as their summoned beast by sacrificing ten beast medallions. The resulting creature will start from level 1 but will possess the ability to grow, an ability not shared with other summoner types. The result of the creation depends on the creatures sacrificed but two staple routes have been provided to the bearer; ten similar base medallions and ten different base medallions.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

"You are no longer fit to call yourself an Alpha." With a flick of Alaric's wrist, the shadows hurl the Alpha across the arena. He crashes into the stonewall with a sickening thud, his body crumpling to the ground in a broken heap. The shadows around him dissipate, leaving him gasping and wheezing weakly. The arena is as silent as ever, no one daring to even breathe. Alaric's eyes sweep across the arena once more, his gaze imposing. "As of this moment, Trent of the River Stone Pack is stripped of his title. He is no Alpha."