Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

prideful to Celeste, while he simply placed his right fist to his heart. This guy must be some big deal if he didn’t have to bow. “Who is he? Better yet who are all these people?” I asked Helia who was watching like she already seen this before. “That man is named Arc. These are the men in the army he leads. The woman on the throne is the creator. She is the first vampire and ruler of Nexus. The older woman is a crone of this time named Hildegarde. And the little, scared looking girl is me.” My head jerked up quickly. Her statement just shocked some life into me. Slowly I moved myself into a sitting position.

He takes a deep breath, then, “Victory was never gone, Annie, never in danger. I sent her on a cruise with Drew and Vivian. She’s been with them all this time.” “No,” I say, feeling my chest tighten. I need desperately for him to understand and believe me. “Listen. Drew and Vivian were in on this. They helped Alan Parker. I think they believed they were helping me. But Parker took it too far. Then I had to save them by leading him to Marlowe.” Gray puts his head down and rubs his eyes before putting both hands on my shoulders and looking straight at me. “No, Annie. Nothing like that happened."

Their past encounters had been anything but friendly. Both of them showing up at the Kade’s offices made them both feel uneasy. Maria smirked sarcastically, "Well, well, who do we have here? It's Layla Foster!" Layla decided not to engage with Maria. This woman had a sharp tongue and Layla really didn't feel like dealing with her. However, Layla wasn't one to back down easily. She smiled and said, "I didn't expect to see you here either." Maria retorted, "Of course, I'm here as the specially invited streamer for the Kade Corporation, but you, what are you doing here?"

“For Mira. For the others. Before they broke faith.” “You can forge again?” Ari asked. Veda placed a hand on the cold anvil. “I can forge something different.” She turned to Ari. “But the cost is yours.” “What kind of cost?” Veda walked toward her, placing a burning hand on Ari’s pendant. “To wield this, you must burn what you love most.” Ari swallowed. She thought of her father. Of Kael. Of the forest. Of herself. “I’m ready,” she said.. “Then the fire is yours

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Aldric Harren didn’t visibly react. But the stillness in his eyes sharpened. “I’d like to purchase that loan today,” I continued. “At full face value. Fourteen million Free Cities credits transferred into Harren Capital’s account before the close of business.” The room went quiet. Very quiet. Across the table, Aldric studied me. His gaze moved briefly to the card case. Then to the pearls. Then back to me. Finally, he said, “Ms. Voss, according to the Voss family trust registry, you’re twenty-three years old.”

They saw the spectral children shrieking in excruciating pain as Vane, with the steady hands of a jeweler, harvested their magic and their very skeletons while their hearts were still beating. The final image was a giant, translucent manifestation of Vane himself, hovering like a vengeful god over his own desk. He looked serene. There was a calm, satisfied smile on his face as he meticulously waxed and polished a freshly harvested, tiny femur to a sickening, ivory shine. He sat in a silence of his own making, utterly deaf to the carnage that had paved his way to immortality. "Fenn!" Leela wailed, her strength finally failing.