Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

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.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

"The transfer you just made? You think you moved the Vane inheritance to a private account in Switzerland. But Sarah didn't just give us identities. She gave us a mirror-link." Vivienne’s face paled. She lunged for the laptop, flipping it back open. Her fingers flew across the keys, her breathing becoming ragged. "No... no, the confirmation code was accepted. It went through!" "It went to a ghost account," Damien said, walking to the center of the room. "The Vane Ledger doesn't respond to 'consent' anymore. It responds to the Architect. And the Architect only recognizes one Queen."

* I show Rael. He almost smiles. "Of course she has," he says. --- The unexpected arrival comes the morning after the council vote. Not from Silveroak. Not from the western territories. From Vareth. A woman knocks at the record office door — not the house, the record office, which means she knows where to come, which means she has done her research — and when Neva opens the door she introduces herself as Sable Vane. Aldric Vane's sister. The pack envoy who came to the Caldenveil street and was told by Zoya to go back to the council with the correct information — his sister.

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.

“Miss Sinclair, meet Mr Vander Clegane, CEO of VanCe tech Enterprise." I started to wish for the ground to open and have me, to make me disappear or most probably wake up from this nightmare. Vander tilted his head, his unmistakable blue eyes locked on mine as an amused smirk played at the end of his lips. My heartbeat resounded in my ears as he took two big strides towards me, towering me with his dark aura that I felt deep in my bones, arms stretched and eyes still on me. "There you are…… Miss Sinclair” his deep voice growled.

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.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

She said, lifting her wrist for him to see. The revelation struck him dumb as his gaze fell upon her bare wrist. Randall knew that the Arcane bind could only be taken off by a powerful witch. But how did... Confusion battled with a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. Before he could speak, Visha interjected, "Oh, stop being ridiculous, Reyana. Who knows? You might have taken it off by yourself. Didn't we all witness you dabbling in some dark magic not too long ago?"