Arcane #vander Novels & Stories

Only one held the shape of a future that wasn’t a slow, private failure. “Shadow specialist,” she said at last. “Who.” Aria didn’t answer immediately. When she did, her tone carried the wariness of someone opening a door to a room they’d nailed shut for good reason. “There’s a man in the deep market,” she said. “Name on the street shifts, but the one that sticks is Vance. Ex‑Siren engineer. High clearance once upon a time. Helped design early cascade schematics before he decided Mother looked better from far away and vanished into freelance hell.”

Her hand shot up and a spell circle appeared at the end of the long conference table, glowing purple and various other colors on the sigils. "Rach? What is it?" Vayu asked. "I was saving this for the last but I guess I'd better show you guys now." From the spell circle, Arjan's severed head appeared. There was a crown of black thorny vines on his head, and two zinnias bloomed on his eye sockets. The flowers were profusely red that Lars at first mistook as blood. He instantly turned away.

Spears of stares could not touch me. “What is your name, witch?” My hand was itching to punish him by showing off his dominance against me. I was about to rebut when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I looked up and he was looking straight at me. He looked too professional and formal making me look like an impulsive kid warned by my father. I faced the old vampire and offered a small smile. “I am Zille Wicca, Lord Vander. I came from the family of Wicca of North Exville.” I formally spoke and his eyes went cold. Too cold that could make a normal individual shiver.

Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zormir- Taalib Duma resting area laid underground, right beneath the Varlancia headquarters’ Varlancia- vampiric quarters located in Vermont Vascany - a vampire concubine Visdan- the oldest son Vocada- a Taalib Duma who became crazed for human blood and craved for s

She flipped it around so both Erin and Jada could see it. Jada released a sigh, mesmerized seeing the blue glow around the root. She analyzed the piece with her artistic eyes and immediately recognized it as a herb unlike any she had encountered in all her years of practice as a herbalist in her former settlement, before arriving at Arcana Hills. "What is that?" Erin asked while Jada remained fixated on the image. "It's called the Acheron root. It is to vampires what wolfsbane is to wolves," Chensa explained. Dean Carol stepped forward and placed her hands gently on Jada's shoulders, snapping her out of her trance. "We have missions for you, and it starts with transferring from Arcana Hills

--- Part I – Beneath the Ember Vault Deep beneath the volcanic caves of Mount Thirell, past centuries of collapsed corridors and rusted glyph walls, a hidden chamber pulsed with forgotten heat. Red light licked the stone like a flame caught in slow time. A lone figure knelt before a relic bound in iron and bone: the Ember Vault. Its surface shimmered with wards half-melted, once meant to never be disturbed. But they were failing. The figure, cloaked in ash-crimson robes, removed her mask. Her name was Calren Voss, exiled archivist of Venara, now rogue prophet of the Red Circle.

Vivan added showing madness in his voice however they very next after Ravan heard Aisha and his unborn child name from Vivan mouth he pounded on him and kicked his gun away from his hand and started punching him in his gut, Vivan to started landing hard punches in Ravan direction, in now time their fight grew extremely ugly also not a single guard of shabbier dared to entered his mansion as they all were aware of Ravan wrath. Ravan and Vivan kept landing several punches in each other direction until at one point where Ravan pulled out ‘khanda’ a double-edge straight sword which was placed on shabbier main wall as decorative art piece and pierced it straight through Vivan heart which got him

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

That cruel, demonesque smirk. It spoke louder and clearer than any word could ever say. He was going to find me and when he does... I clenched my eyes shut as my thoughts clouded. Through the haze of it, I could only see one thing on the canvas of my mind. My greys intermingled with black and then I was thrown into an odyssey of darkness. A maze of questions that didn't have answers. Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me.