Arcane University Oblivion Novels & Stories

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!"

The lingering scent of the store clung to his clothes, and a price tag dangled from his trousers. He headed towards the roadside, hoping to hail a passing cab while continuing his conversation with the system. "I remember the blonde girl, Emberlyn. She mentioned something about the country we were in calling itself Arcanum. What exactly is that place?" Keagan inquired, his curiosity piqued. "The world you encountered operates under the same physical laws as your own, except for the presence of the system. That is all you need to know," the system replied with an air of mysteriousness.

Danial shook his head and said," I don't much about the arcane array all I know is that it doesn't let individuals with cultivation exceeding Mortal Level or in your case Foundation Level. On top of that, I was informed today that there were cultivators who tried to enter into the periphery of the ancient ruin through the arcane array but not only they were unsuccessful they were severely hurt." Maria was the one who told him the news while training. Balthazar, with an intense look, interjected, "You mentioned an arcane array, how big is this arcane array?" Danial shook his head, his uncertainty evident. "I don't know much about the arcane array. All I know is that it doesn't let individuals

He strolled to the board, pausing mid-step to glance over the class. “This won’t be the class where you learn fireballs or teleportation,” he said. “If that’s what you want, you’re in the wrong room.” Silence. “Good. Because this is the class that will make you dangerous.” He turned back to the board and scrawled three words in elegant, sweeping letters: The Arcane Veins. Then, facing them again—his grin wicked, eyes alight with manic curiosity—he said, “Let’s begin with the source of all magic…”

"'Explodes' whenever someone attempts cheating while using it. Never hurts, but it puts anyone nearby under an illusion that the user's hand exploded with the quill. It was created by the Elves." "But their screams?" One examinee from the front asked. Theresa yawned before answering, "I would, too, if I saw my hands covered in blood. As I said, it was all an illusion. Arcanus wouldn't hurt its students but it will weed out undeserving prospects. Continue your exams, you're all running out of time." Theresa's reminder felt like a splash of cold water, and although some were still in a state of shock, they continued to answer their own papers. Meanwhile, Mariana, who already finished answering

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

I looked out across the bloodstained courtyard, and I saw more than loss. I saw resolve. “We are Obscura Arcanum,” I said. “And we do not fall.” The courtyard was still. Empty. All of us were still. I hadn’t realized before how loud it had been only a few hours ago. Screams, shouts, cracking spells, and magic shattering against magic. Shattering against flesh. Shattering against bone. The courtyard wasn’t silent. It was that kind of quiet that hangs heavy, threaded with echoes. Ash hung in the air like dust from old bones. The sun was fully risen now, but it didn’t warm the stone underfoot.

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

Chapter 4: The Forgotten Prophecy Emerging from the Shadow Realm, Elara and Aric found themselves standing on the edge of a vast expanse, where the forest gave way to rolling plains dotted with ancient ruins. "This is the Forgotten Plains," Aric explained, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Once, it was a land of great beauty and prosperity. But now, it lies in ruin, a testament to the folly of those who sought to wield powers beyond their understanding." As they explored the desolate landscape, they came upon crumbling statues and weathered tablets, each one bearing cryptic symbols and faded inscriptions. Elara felt a stirring of recognition deep within her soul, as if the stones themselves wer

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.