Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

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.”

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!"

"Whatever else he's done, however he got here, that part is real." Caspian looked at her for a long moment. "All right," he said. "Tomorrow." Seraphine closed the ledger. She placed it carefully back on the shelf. The vault breathed its old stone breath around us. "Aldren Vane," I said quietly, to nobody in particular. The name felt strange in my mouth. Like something borrowed. Like something that would need trying several more times before it fit. "Let's go hear the rest of what she has to say," Ana said, already moving toward the door.

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.

Fearlessly facing his decade-long enemy, the vampire nemesis of their history. The cold zephyr blew, and the warm breath he was hauling became visible as he steps furthermore. Still, Vander remained standing. Bold and with no sign of fear to be reflected on his face. His eyes flashed red and the sword on his hand ignited with blue flames as the environment around them changed and perhaps it was from Vander’s ability of illusions. “It would be nice if I were to end you here. Do you still remember where we are?” he taunts as the sound of crickets occupied.

Inside the cold, dimly lit chamber hidden beneath the old Landon manor, test tubes glowed faint red under blue arcane lights. Cane Landon—Carl’s younger brother, a scientist whose mind was as sharp as his claws—stood before a reinforced glass desk filled with ancient tomes and modern instruments. He tapped the vial labeled “AL-VB-01”—Alaric Vaelthorne’s blood sample. Maika stood behind him, arms folded, her golden eyes watchful as Cane inserted the sample into a crystalline centrifuge inscribed with sigils.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

Others tapped their fingers, glanced sideways, or simply stared ahead like soldiers awaiting orders. The room didn't feel like a classroom. It felt like a cage of predators told to act civilized. Professor Viorell stood at the front, still twirling his chalk with idle flair. The board behind him bore three words in looping script: The Arcane Veins He let the silence linger, almost like he was savoring it—then turned with a slow grin, eyes dancing behind the smoke-tinted lenses of his spectacles. “So,” he said, dragging the word like a dagger across velvet. “What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?”

VANE: ANG TRAIDOR SA LIWANAG ​Sa gitna ng kanilang pagkamangha, isang malakas na pagyanig ang naganap. Ang kisame ng hall ay nabutas at mula roon ay bumaba ang anim na tactical ships ng "Project Icarus." ​Si Dr. Aris Vane ay lumabas mula sa pangunahing barko, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa ginto at itim na chrome. Sa kanyang kamay ay hawak niya ang "Icarus Lance"—isang device na kayang humigop ng memorya at DNA sa isang iglap.

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.