Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

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.

Despite the initial success, it seemed luck had swiftly turned its back on me once more. The system's animations certainly showcased a level of effort, or perhaps one might call it trickery. After five more draws yielded nothing, a familiar dazzling light emanated from the letter once again, its intensity mirroring the previous occasion. If I had to wager a guess, this was likely another class change card. [You have acquired Arcane Archer class change card] [Arcane archers, renowned as ranged warriors, excel in vanquishing adversaries with enchanted arrows. Despite not being casters themselves, they possess a profound understanding of the Arcane arts, enabling them to harness the magical abi

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.

They had just met highest-up palace officials and nobles who insisted that Nehan be sentenced, Carlen asked them to wait for the results of Noura's analysis. "Kicked out," Vander growled, he was still pissed off. Carlen smiled faintly. The reputation of Vander and Nancy's relationship is not good. "It's done, please come in," Nancy shouted from inside the room. Everyone quickly went inside. Nancy was still sitting beside general Nehan. "What has happened to him?" Vander smiled wryly. "That's why you should have listened to my explanation first!" Carlen took a deep breath. "From the abilities Vander has, Vander sees and smells half vampires and half witches around the forest."

So, I guess we are still there. It took me a couple of minutes to realize the door was still open, and someone was still there. With a lazy movement, I turned back around, and my eyes landed on Arcane. Leaning against the door frame, with his hands crossed over his chest, his eyes raked over my exposed back and butt with a wide grin. Without letting that grin disappear, he combed through his beard with one hand and straightened up. “Oh, man! This will be fun! Haven’t seen Hades stumble around like this before!”

Caelum froze, his breath catching in his throat, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. Standing before him was indeed Vane Vance. But his broad, once-noble face was horribly pale, marred by thick, black-silver veins that throbbed with toxic liquid light. His amber eyes were glazed over, entirely devoid of life, replaced by two burning red void runes etched directly into his pupils. In the center of Vane’s chest, exposed through his cracked chest-plate, a glowing, unstable crimson core pulsed rapidly—a dark alchemy bomb powered by pure corrupted mana. "C... Caelum..." a weak, rasping whisper suddenly escaped Vane’s blackened lips—a tiny, heartbreaking sliver of his true soul breaking t

I drove the tip of my dagger directly into the exposed runic joint beneath Vane’s left arm. White fire and pressurized frost exploded inside Vane’s armor. The warlord shrieked as his internal power conduits ruptured. Sparks of dying violet electricity erupted from his visor, and with a final, desperate shove, Gideon kicked Vane hard in the chest, sending the High Command general skidding fifty feet back across the slick marble floor. His corrupted scepter flew from his grip, shattering against the base of the crystal altar. "The anchor matrix is free!" I called out, rushing toward the central altar where the glowing blue crystal was pulsing frantically.