Arcane University Oblivion Novels & Stories

Marcus, “And Roe?” I paused. Me, “He’s not Thorne’s security anymore. He’s their contingency plan. If Damon falls, Roe burns the proof.” Marcus, “Then we need a new one.” By midnight, the city skyline burned in cold light. I opened my backup laptop, loaded a new file, an untouched mirror of the archive. Hidden in a digital vault under a name Damon would never search: VALE/OBLIVION And next to it, a handwritten message I’d found in my father’s old chessboard, hidden under the Queen’s square. “Control is temporary. Truth is patient.”

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

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.”

Nora stood before me and said, "Rebecca, I know I was making a really big mistake now. I really recognized it now. Aren't we sisters? Please forgive me one more time, okay?" Susan also said, "I admit I'm jealous of you. I'll never bother you and Theo again. Can you ask him to show some mercy?!" Seeing me seriously consider it, Theodore grew a little worried that I might actually agree. After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked.

“This has to be from the Arcane Umbrae, right? Every rumor we’ve heard, there’s always a black envelope mentioned.” I point to the letterhead. In red wax, a snake is twisted in a figure eight, eating its own tail. “This is from Arcane Umbrae, all right.” I’d recognize the symbol anywhere. It’s dotted all over Serpentia, carved into the ancient flagstone side streets, carved into doors in random inns and bars. The Order of Arcane Umbrae has been around for centuries and began at this very university, according to legend. It’s a heavily guarded secret, so much so that no one knows who’s a part of it, or what it’s about, or what secrets they’ve been chosen to guard. But occasionally, they threw

Randy inspected our outfits. Erica, on the other hand, seemed intrigued. "Pretty trendy. How did I miss this brand's new line?" Solomon and I wore limited-edition fall gear from a well-known brand. She recognized it as she circled us. "We're not high schoolers," I said. "We're in college." "Which one?" "Arcane Academy." Randy glanced at Debra. "You've got some juniors here." She graduated from Arcane too, but beyond that, I didn't know much.

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."