Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

Aria paced the velvet-carpeted corridor outside the council chamber, chewing her lower lip so hard she could taste blood. Her stomach churned like a storm was brewing in it. She’d survived a vampire ambush, accidentally awakened ancient magic, and trained with the broodiest Alpha in history—but this? This political tea party between blood-drinking aristocrats? Terrifying. “Stop pacing,” Varek said from beside her, arms folded, expression unreadable. “You’re not being sent to slaughter.”

another voice came into the show. I sniffed and raised my head a bit, “I apologise, alpha kings, but Alpha Vander will be here soon.” I managed to speak before resuming what I'd been doing. My wolf whined in anxiety as she battled not to be too suppressed by their auras. “Vander got himself a very sweet slave. He has a good eye for women right from time.” “The curves, both up and down. She could do well in riding my cock until I climax.” My belly churned. These people are so crazy!

“And whatever that something is, I do not want to know about it…” “Aurora…” “I have enough in my hands to deal with another case of Giovanni and Nicolas, Dante” Aurora said coldly “a compass, a magic scroll, guardian, whatever other bullshit that you might try to show…” “Aurora, the compass literally opened when you approached it. Did you think that I would lie to you…”

"A tribute who spent the night in the Alpha's bedroom. Twice, I hear." "Once." Flat. Correcting a fact, not defending herself. "And I didn't have a choice." Something in Monica's posture shifted. Not softening. Recalculating. "Marcus." My beta appeared from the stairwell. He'd been waiting. "Take her back to the tribute house." Marcus nodded. Vane looked at me once — dark eyes, level and unblinking, the same look she'd given me in the archives the night she'd asked about the dead warrior. Then she turned and followed Marcus down the stairs without a word.

Kaeden asks I nod. “Well, I do feel great now that I’m free from Silas, but to be honest, I was given something to strengthen me enough for the ceremony, and that something is fading away.” “Something? By who?” The lady asks behind him. Kaeden turns, realising that he has not introduced me to the lady. "Avara," he says. "This is Myra. She’s one of the coven’s best healers. She’s here to help."

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

​She’s seen a ghost, Malachi," Damian replied, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Just like you’re about to be if you don't lower that weapon. ​The Priest Malachi tilted his head. A small, cruel smile touched his lips. The Cleanup Crew doesn't take orders from men who are currently operating on credit, Mr. Thorne. But the Architect... he’s practical. He realizes that Julian Vane is a blunt instrument. He’s looking for a scalpel. He’s looking for the person who actually knows how to read the ink. ​He flicked his gaze to me for the first time. It was like being touched by a cold, wet cloth. Tell me, Aara Vance. Do you know why your grandmother’s name is the key to the satellite ledger? Do you

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Besides, Alpha had clearly instructed him to not do anything that would waste time and make Alana refuse to help us. Suddenly the air shifts and fear momentarily enters Alana’s eyes. AAh…the power of the Trueblood aura! “Alpha.” Alana greets the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack in a raspy voice. Alpha Azraiel nods at her and asks, “State your name and purpose for being here.” “My name is Alana Seashore and I am a witch. I have information that might be useful for you.” “Hmmm” Azraiel hums with a neutral face.

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