Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

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.

Malleteagan’s POV Thersar looked as if he was in the same thrill that Kandreah was a few moments ago. I forgot that he is a necromancer fae elder, too. A few vampires sent to pass the pavement waved to us from the other side. They seemed safe and sound. As soon as they passed, smoke on the pavement ebbed, pentagrams reshuffled to their initial, indecipherable position on pavement and fire and flames of pentagram dimmed and disappeared. We would be in the dark again if Thersar hadn’t provided us with the flame from his fingers. Kandreah got back to his…well…I wouldn’t say normal…but to his usual self.

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.

I asked her as i rubbed my palms together and she nodded before pulling me into her for a hug. "Of course, Wu" She whispered into my ears before pulling me away to give me a kiss. "We're in a graveyard" I teased before she playfully took me by my hands to run, our legs digging into the snowy grounds as she smiled. And then i threw one final glance at the book that almost took eternity to write and looking at the boldened title from afar— VAMP —i smiled, because this was the story of us. And not just because it was finally my big break but also because i knew she would love it. Afterall, you did. THE END.

he looked directly into my eyes, his dark blue eye bore into mine as he spoke. “I, Vander Clegane of the Crimson Fang royal bloodline…” I felt my knees weaken. "...reject you.” Tears burned my eyes, I didn't know how rejection worked but I felt like a knife had been stuck to my chest and it had been twisted. Why give me hope and take it, why make me believe I had a chance at life and then crush that belief. Alpha Vander watched me calmly, I understood what he wanted. " I…” my voice trembled as I spoke. " I Lyra Thorne accept your rejection”

My vision blurs, my hair threading with that translucent, dying silver. 00:15. A shadow appears at the top of the crumbling staircase. It’s not Kael. The figure is too large, too heavy. He wears an iron cloak that doesn't flicker, and eyes that glow with a steady, cybernetic gray. Silas Vance. He stares down at the collapsing room, his face a mask of scarred stone. He holds a heavy, data-shrouded cable in his hand, the end sparking with raw power. "Aria!" he shouts.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.