Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

"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."

​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

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

As she pressed her obsidian ring against the page, the Vance and Vane bloodlines finally merged into a single, unbreakable sovereign authority. "The Archive is insolvent, the Thorne board is liquidated, and the debt is paid in full!" Verina’s voice was a solid, terrifyingly calm resonance that echoed through the library’s foundations, her words acting as a master-override that sent a massive, concussive wave of golden energy through the building. The girl from the tank shrieked one final time before her obsidian frame dissolved into a cloud of harmless, violet vapor, and the Archive’s radiant white eyes finally flickered out, leaving the chamber in a peaceful, absolute darkness.

His eyes were the most striking part a piercing, unnatural silver that seemed to see right through my skin and into my soul. He didn't wear gloves, yet his hands were tucked into his pockets, as if he were restraining himself. "Elara Vance," he said. His voice was the same one from my vision the dark silk that promised both a bed and a grave. "Mr. Vane," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. "I believe you’re here for a debt." Dante stepped into the light of the chandelier, and for a brief second, the shadows at his feet seemed to ripple like water, reaching toward me.

She walked beside Damien through the central doors as if entering a room she already owned. Conversation died on impact. Council members turned in their tiered seats, robes whispering, eyes narrowing. Some stared openly. Others avoided her gaze entirely. A few studied her with the kind of interest reserved for storms seen on the horizon. At the far end of the hall, the High Arbiter rose slowly. Eldric Vane was ancient by were standards, his power no longer sharp but vast, like a deep lake that hid its currents. His gaze fixed on Aria with unsettling intensity.

Harley sit on the couch alongside with them. Harley and Howard looking at each other before they open their mouth to tell the whole story so that they will understand who they are, what they are and their destiny. “ Adryan… You’re the real vampire, ” Harley said while looking at Adryan in the eyes. Adryan looking at Harley with an expression that show he doesn’t understand with that. He shaking his head did not believe what Harley just said. “ You must be joking or whatever but still it doesn’t funny. Really not funny, ” Adryan chuckling.

Kira asked. "Vance and five cohorts of plainclothes vanguard warriors will already be dispersed inside the crowd," Cassian said, his voice dropping into a razor-thin promise of total ruin. "The moment your magic flares, Thorne secures the high archers, Vance takes the central platform, and I take Vane's head." Kira closed her fingers tightly around the bone key, slipping it safely inside the lining of her leather boot. She stepped closer, reaching up to cup Cassian’s sharp jawline with both hands, her moonlight-silver hair spilling over his hands.