Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

He went back to his seat where his son was already sitting and pat his sons back with a wide smile. The third demon lord cleared his throat. “I too am happy that you are back with your family, lady Vastria. I am Lord Almas of Thorzan. Here is my daughter Arnenas Thorzan.” Arnenas stood up and gave Vastria a hug as she spoke. “It is a pleasure meeting you.” Vastria was taken aback from the random hug from a stranger, but she returned the hug. “It is nice meeting you as well lady Arnenas.” She smiled and looked between Vastria and Remus with a nod before returning to her chair.

"I am just going to run to the bathroom. I'll be back in two minutes." Anne nodded, already looking back at her tablet. "I will wait here then" Vespera pushed through the restroom door. It was a large facility for a studio bathroom with several stalls, a long mirror above a row of sinks and good lighting. One of the stall doors was closed which meant Lynn was likely inside. Vespera went into the stall at the far end, entered, closed the door and waited. She only came out again after she heard Lynn's stall open and the click of her heels against the tile.

As they scanned the sphere, a flicker of activity emerged, a single point of light pulsing within its colossal shell. Anya, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of awe and trepidation, recognized the technology. "The Akashic Archive," she whispered, "a repository of knowledge rumored to be vast and all-encompassing." Lyra's heart pounded. Could this be the source of the discord? Could a repository of such knowledge, in the wrong hands, be used to manipulate and sow chaos?

“He’s been doing this for twenty years. Maybe longer. Verdant Sanctuary is just the public-facing front. The real money comes from the labs underneath.” Dr. Aris entered with a thick stack of files under one arm and a tablet in the other. “I called in some contacts. Verdant Sanctuary is known in certain circles as the place wealthy wolves go for ‘rejuvenation treatments.’” He made air quotes with his fingers. “What they’re actually getting is black market blood transfusions. Usually harvested from desperate rogues who sell their blood for cash—sometimes willingly, sometimes… less willingly.” “But Maya isn’t selling anything,” Elena said, voice flat.

he sauntered over to my side and affectionately wrapped his arm around my shoulders. With trembling hands I swiped the screen of my phone, bringing it to life and opened the website. My heart beating fast inside my ribcage and my throat parched like a desert. I punched in my name 'Karica Wakins' and searched. The results were displayed in a second on the screen and I gasped and almost dropped my phone. 1. Liastronse level = 91% 2. Fertile or Barren = Fertile 3. Potential Mate = Xynathius Warvine

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Araya has been here before. Not often, but enough to know that the Silverfen does not mean harm in the directed way that enemies mean harm. It is simply very old and very present and not organized around anyone's comfort. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" The Lycan temple sits at the fen's eastern edge where the ground rises back to solid stone and the mist thins to nothing. Araya has the location from records she found in Drevalon's lower archives three days after the blue torches at the masquerade, the records themselves buried under forty years of administrative documents that no one had reason to move, the dust on them thick enough to make the retrieval feel like excavation. _*]:min

Above, something vast and unnatural shuddered. The true core of the Concord revealed itself—a massive construct suspended in the smoky sky, blazing with stolen light, machinery driven by harvested bloodlines and chained sorcery. The source. The festering lie at the heart of everything. The White Wolf paused. Nyxara’s consciousness surged forward, clear and unbroken in the beast’s mind. “That,” she intoned, her voice thick with the promise of storms and old vengeance, “ends now.” She leapt. Magic clawed at her, searing, desperate to unmake her midair.

He didn't offer a hand. "Maya Vance," he said with a smooth, mid-Atlantic baritone voice. "My name is Silas Vane. I represent the Restructuring Committee. I believe you’ve been living in a house that doesn't belong to you." "This monastery is a sovereign ground, Mr. Vane," Maya replied with a steady voice despite the hammer of her heart. "Under the Vance Accords of 2024, this territory was designated as a private research sanctuary."

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from