Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

A circle with three intersecting lines. "The Iron Knot," I said. I stepped forward. I pulled a small knife from my boot. "What are you doing?" Kael asked. He stepped closer protectively. "The door requires a toll," I said. "Blood for entry." I sliced my palm. I pressed my bleeding hand against the cold iron. "I am Elara Vance," I announced. "Daughter of Mary. I call upon the debt of the Matriarch. Open." The blood sizzled on the metal. It turned into red steam.

"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."

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

He wore black leather made from the skins of the dark Elves’ enemies in Elaris, a race called the Entrellies, to show his power and disdain for the race. “Master,” Horann started, fright crawling through her at the sight of the three. “Vanadine came to me a few days ago…” “Days!” Borandar bellowed. And you report this only now?” Horann flinched at the shout that echoed around the chamber as the virtual copy of Adnanter leaped to his feet. “Please, master,” Horann whined. “He incapacitated me but I followed him to Earth and discovered he has a mate there,” she blurted the information as fast as possible to avoid reprisals.

His immaculate silver-trimmed military greatcoat was immaculate even in the dusty cave, his sharp, aristocratic features twisting into a dark, volatile rage as he looked at the bodies of his fallen men, and finally, locked eyes with Vivian. ​"You..." Vane hissed, his voice cold and sharp as a razor blade. He set the briefcase down, his right hand slowly moving toward the high-frequency plasma rapier mounted at his waist. "The Vance ghost. I should have turned Sector 4 into an ash heap the moment your name surfaced on the regional census. You think you’ve won because you played with the Syndicate's banks?" ​He let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a lethal, obsessive hatred. "T

Vane’s black hood moved slightly as he straightened up, sending out a wave of dark energy that made my wolf’s hairs stand on end. "Paid?" Vane hissed, his voice thick with deadly intent. "You think your gold can buy me? I'm the leader of the Dark Sorcerers. I don't take orders from a pet dog who happens to wear an Elder’s cloak. Watch your mouth, Ruth, before I turn every drop of blood in your body into pure poison."

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

I muttered catching his attention as his head snapped towards me, his mouth hanging open "Boss….I….sent…" A guy coming into the living room talking to Wane couldn't finish his sentence as his gaze focussed on me with mouth wide open Wane blinked his eyes as he turned to the guy, "Silver leaves….." Wane said with a frown face "Yes, boss…" He replied and left, "Why are you wearing that?" Wane asked looking at me I look at myself wondering what's wrong with what I'm wearing "Is anything wrong with my clothe"

Cryptocurrency is used in all transactions within The association due to its anonymity. Azrael's work is done and the night is still deep. He knew the danger was not over for him until he had gone far beyond the place. He immediately left the area. Azrael's every move is so fast and precise that you would think of a cat because even when it falls, it makes no sound. He went through the high vent of the bar which had a tunnel to the 3rd floor of the building which was a closed office. There he spotted the backups called by the three bodyguards outside of the bar. Three black Montero arrived aboard the 18 men.

"I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you." Hunter gave me a look of disbelief. "I don't have powers. Not like what you just did." "You do. We Reinhardts are different, our powers have to be activated. I only received my Talent, as we call it, about a year ago - actually, a few months less than that." He stared off out the kitchen window for a long moment. "And the others? Are they like you?" "Avery is Necromancer," I replied, and finished my soda. I tossed the can into the recycling bin. "She's Head of the Manser family. The Mansers are known for their Talent in Vision, seeing the past, present, and future, even."