Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

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?"

“It doesn’t matter.” I blink, caught off guard by his calm tone. “What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t matter’? We’re still missing crucial information.” Arkyn crosses his arms, a grim smile tugging at his lips. “Creed’s sending his witch, Nova. She’s already on her way. She’s dealt with this coven before and has some information that’s going to work in our favor.”

Jai asked solemnly. Cain laid the file folders back down on the table. "It means our job just got harder." The results of the DNA testing of both the man Jai had killed at the funeral and the intruder that Cain had killed were less than desirable. "So it's confirmed. They were Vampires," Jai said. Cain could only nod. "Who could be putting these men up to this?" Jai asked. "The one guy you killed only would have known about this castle if someone with Lycan connections told him about it."

The woman chuckled and her voice reminded me of no one else but the wicked woman I knew. It couldn't be. She took off her mask and smiled at me cynically while my lips went agape in sheer surprise. Ginevra had arranged for my kidnap. "You?" I grimaced, my voice clogged with shock and trepidation. "We meet again, Aurora Mancini." She smiled sardonically while playing with her mask, her eyes holding promises of torture and endless suffering.

I mumbled. He glared at me and then left. “Oh shit” I groaned in anger and hit my hand on the tree. “Were you the one that sent someone to poison Archer’s drink?” Someone said and I turned back to see Adrian walking towards me. “Are you dead? It’s not me” I said. I was about to walk away when he stood in front of me. “You can’t kill him by poisoning him with an ordinary poison, do you know the poison that can kill werewolves easily” He said.

Directly onto the desk’s surface, the main interface console flickered with a cold, blue holographic light, casting sharp shadows across his pale face. Beside him, Elaria sat draped over a velvet chaise lounge, the picture of unbothered nobility. She was elegantly nursing a silver goblet of dark, spiced vintage, her long manicured fingers tracing the rim with a slow, deliberate circle. Across the room stood High Elder Vance. He remained positioned at the grand floor-to-ceiling window, his imposing back turned toward them. His massive arms were crossed tightly behind him, straining the fabric of his heavy leather coat. He didn't move. He didn't even seem to breathe. He simply stared out at th

I snarled, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my lost sovereign authority. I took a step forward, my combat boots clicking sharply against the cold brass catwalk. Vance stood on the elevated central platform, surrounded by a swirling, three-foot-thick vortex of blinding blue aether currents. He held the spinning brass relic high above his head, his face illuminated by a sickening, triumphant glow.

"W-What is that?" Ivana lay trembling on the bed, her face drained of color. It was the first time she had ever seen something like that, and terror rippled through her whole body. "That's the Death Writ." Truthfully, Ivana wasn't the only one scared. Evan's heart was pounding too. Before inheriting the Ninefold Arcane Arts, he had been just an ordinary man. He'd never touched geomancy, metaphysics—hell, even medicine and martial arts had once been foreign to him.

But there was not total darkness where we stood, I and Dante. In the pitch black of the battlefield, the Daywalker Amulets that lay in our chests lit up. The golden sunburst crystals sparked into action when Lord Vane's dark magic entered and overwhelmed him. They blazed with a gorgeous, incandescent light, and radiated warm and golden all around us. Two beacons in the ocean of monsters. “You make yourselves easy targets,” Lord Vane’s voice rang out from all sides. Vane did not just attack, he burst out of the dark. He was a mass of scarred white skin and dark crimson magic. He managed to get past me altogether, gunning right for Dante.