Arcane University Oblivion Novels & Stories

The man looked comfortable with the silence so she let herself relax and just laid her head on the headrest. The car passed through reddish- brown dried leaves covering the woods earth. Since Autumn is finally approaching and oh, of course, University classes will soon start. But instead of feeling light after the recovery, she couldn't help but wait and watch the woods they are passing through. Aiming to look out for the exact same spot where Dr. Hampton told her the couple had seen her lying.

Kayo (grinning): “Smells like ozone, old blood, and… tuition waivers.” Rowan steps forward, eyes wide behind cracked glasses. Rowan: “This is Cahokia Prime. The real one. The one the mortals never found. The university city of the mythic age.” He points to a massive stone arch rising from the dunes. Carved across it in letters that hurt to read: AERIE ACADEMY Est. Before the Sky Had Rules Below it, smaller script shifts languages every heartbeat:

As she pressed her obsidian ring against the page, the Vance and Vane bloodlines finally merged into a single, unbreakable sovereign authority. "The Archive is insolvent, the Thorne board is liquidated, and the debt is paid in full!" Verina’s voice was a solid, terrifyingly calm resonance that echoed through the library’s foundations, her words acting as a master-override that sent a massive, concussive wave of golden energy through the building. The girl from the tank shrieked one final time before her obsidian frame dissolved into a cloud of harmless, violet vapor, and the Archive’s radiant white eyes finally flickered out, leaving the chamber in a peaceful, absolute darkness.

~Give me a hickey where only we can find them.~ Arcane POV: Stepping onto the bustling campus of the University felt like entering a different world. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation, and I couldn't help but be swept up in the energy. This was it – a fresh start, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with new experiences, friendships, and knowledge. As the days unfolded, I threw myself into the whirlwind of university life. The first week was a kaleidoscope of orientations, campus tours, and the flurry of faces that would soon become familiar. Eveeryone was nice here and I wanted to befriend them all.

Tenebrae: cradle of incubi, dreamwalkers, and illusionists, governed by the Nocturna Strain which is the realm of dreams, desire, emotion, seduction. She paused, a sly grin creeping onto her lips. "And then there's Umbra. The home of... well, the odd ones, anomalies, unusual bloodlines. Technically, there's no fifth strain; that's merely a myth. So Umbra serves as the waiting place for newly enrolled students who haven't yet awakened their strain. Think of it as a waiting room for magical learning." Seraphine's throat tightened. "So... I'm a magical nobody until further notice?"

I said and turned into my wolf form instantly then I jumped out of the window, Finn and Rain took some dresses and ran after me. We ran through the doors and checked everywhere if we were gonna see him but we didn't see him, I was hopeless, I didn’t know what to do anymore. A few minutes later, we went to the lake and sat down at the edges. Finn and Rain were both speaking trying to cheer me up but I was not in the mood. The only person I wanted to see and speak with was Archer. I could feel Sabrina whimpering and it made me hurt more. I was lost in my thoughts thinking about Archer when Finn tapped. “Hola, we are hearing some voice over there,” Finn said and we both tiptoed to the place whe

“There are secrets even the Alpha doesn’t know. Secrets meant to stay buried.” “Not if they’re coming back to kill us,” she snapped. Lucien’s jaw clenched. “Then come with me.” The Forgotten Archive was a chamber buried deep beneath the Midnight Pack’s temple only accessible by blood and rank. Lucien sliced his palm, pressing it to the old seal. The stone door creaked open. Inside were scrolls, bound books with chains, and relics pulsing with ancient power. Aria followed closely. Lucien lit a lantern and walked straight to the farthest shelf. He pulled a locked book from the wall.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

But I knew what I was fighting for. Not revenge. Not glory. Not destiny. I was fighting for every smile shared at Willowbrook Academy. For every kingdom we had saved. For every friend standing beside me. For every child who deserved to see tomorrow. Erevan slowly lifted the Blade of Oblivion. Darkness gathered around him until entire galaxies vanished within its shadow. "Come," he said quietly. "Show me the answer Solarius searched for... but never found." Without another word, Wesley and I charged. Our wings of silver and gold spread wide behind us.

She was going to chant an ancient incantation, for where the Umbragon lies dormant and since this incantation was for making it, she said it backward to resurrect it, "Exanimo Umbra, Noctis Obscura, Umbragon! Terrae umbra, Spiritus tenebrae, Umbragon! Arcanum adveho, In obscurum redde Umbragon!"