Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

“You may have all seen her at the wedding but now you get to be acquainted with her.” “Darana,” she called firmly. “Please step forward and let everyone see you while I introduce them to you.” I glanced at Darana, expecting to see any trace of fear but there was none. Instead, she held herself with grace and stepped forward with her chin held high. I tried to hide my smirk but failed. She was really so good at acting. “Darana, meet my second son, Adan Titterington. He holds a share in one of the companies and he’s very good at scheming. I mean planning things.” she corrected.

Angoori is feeling suffocated. The Raven Prince has assigned him a new task. The prince has already warned him that this task is risky and needs a lot of courage and willpower to complete it. 'You need to be careful. That part of the forest where Irina dumps all the dead bodies of the people who lost their lives in that lab is now a living and breathing thing. It might not be dangerous for your life, but you would definitely feel the difference as soon as you step foot in that particular part of the forest. If any innocent person steps his foot there, it might be dangerous for them. We need to barricade that part and avoid anyone losing their lives to those angry souls. I know you can find t

Now, the diagnostic screen before her displayed a single, golden, glorious truth: > VANCE FAMILY LEDGER STATUS > INITIAL DEBT: 200,000,000 SILVER SHARDS > CURRENT BALANCE: 150,000,000 SILVER SHARDS > ARC 1 PROGRESS: 25% CLEARED > PARTNER BOND: ABSOLUTE / UNCHAINED > Agnes let out a long, quiet exhale. The memory of her sister’s smile in the medical wing earlier that day warmed her chest, washing away the last lingering ghosts of her past desperation. She was no longer a penniless outcast fleeing from creditors. She was the chief Relic Keeper of the Starfall Dominion, a woman who held the core frequency of the undisputed champion in her hands.

For Warren Vandal, the immortal words of Coach Macintosh play themselves over and over, as he prepares to go into battle for the second time in his life. “You can practice until the cows come home, but it won't mean a thing until you apply it in real life,” While he'd only released the eidolon twice up until this point. He felt confident, Archon would show him the ropes. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Grace O'hara, captain and leader of the Arcane Seekers. The fiery-haired pirate queen Looks over at Warren with her pistol, excitement in the air, “Are you ready boy? All we have to do is hold the line until the Scald Crow arrives with the heavy weaponry,” Confidence with just a hint of fea

Marcus Vane stood in the center of the pack house, and Aria's breath caught at the sight of him. He looked exactly as Sarah had described. Tall, unnaturally pale, with black hair and eyes that shifted between human and serpentine. Dark energy rolled off him in waves that made her wolf whimper in terror. "There she is," Vane said with a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "The Luna who broke fate's design. Do you have any idea how rare you are?"

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

He alighted at the designated destination, promising to see me later. As I had predicted, the rest of the ride was quiet. We got back to the mansion, and Kael helped me with the bags, even though I tried to take them from him. As we entered, a figure exited from the main entrance. I quickly recognized him. Vander. My heart skipped, even worsening as he stepped closer. He slipped by both of us without a word, a cigarette stuck between his lips. This didn't seem to bother Kael at all. I arrived at Arya’s quarters to find that she was absent, again. Why does this pregnant woman like to walk around?

Above her, a cluster of thin, silver needles hovered, pulsing with a low, blue light. The AI’s voice—Bianca’s own voice—boomed from the overhead speakers. "You're too late, Dante. The needles are primed. The Vane Archive is hungry, and it’s finally found its home." "Shut the f**k up!" Dante roared. He slammed his fist into the glass of the nearest tank. The reinforced pane didn't shatter, but a web of cracks blossomed beneath his bruised knuckles. He didn't stop. He threw his entire weight against the console, his muscles bunched and straining. "Bianca! Look at me! Don't let that thing in!"

He emerged from the shadows, into a massive cavernous dungeon. The air was cold, smelling of old decay. The anchor was hanging in the middle of the room over a black water pit. It was a great big beating heart, all of crystallized, glowing blood. Dozenous powerful, throbbing magical arteries were attached to the crystal heart, leading straight to the coastal barrier. Four huge Vampire Executioners stood under the heart, their bodies grotesquely twisted by dark magic. Jace didn't hesitate. He was the Vanguard's deadly ghost.

“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.”