Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

This technique is called Mana Pool. “Celestial Realm Augmentation: Gemini’s Endless Sanctuary of Mana,” Caya stated, manifesting her celestial realm. A strong shockwave shook the place. Then, blue transparent high walls surrounded Caya and Beelzebub. Her celestial realm is small and simple only but the mana flowing in it is unmeasurable— it's boundless. Beelzebub, without uttering any word, charged to Caya but he immediately stopped when his one arm was suddenly detached from his body. Caya pierced it with her arrow.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

“Or the key to one.” Emily moved closer, drawn toward the center like gravity pulling her into orbit. Her fingers hovered just above the altar’s surface, trembling. “They made this to keep it buried,” she whispered. “The Seed was never just a force of balance—it was bait. The Yanuwah lured something here and locked it beneath the ocean’s bones.” “Varethkaal,” Elias said. “Or something even older.” “No,” Clara corrected, her eyes dark with realization. “Varethkaal is a mouthpiece. A vessel. Whatever’s beneath this ruin isn’t just evil—it’s ancient, elemental. A mind without time.”

Based on the information Luna read up on, Avalon was the capital of Arcane, nicknamed the Big Apple of the Starry Galaxy. Starlight University was located in the realm of Arcana. The core and capital of the Starry Galaxy, which some said held the galaxy’s deepest secrets and mysteries. The gates of Arcane only connected to Rigel, Lunaris, Militum, and Yun as some of the biggest businesses in the entertainment industry and other fields resided in this realm.

--- Not to rewrite. But to access. --- The structure responded differently this time. --- Not rejecting her. --- Allowing her closer. --- Deeper. --- Toward the core. --- The Core Entity reacted instantly. --- “Access denied.” --- Ariana didn’t stop. --- “You can’t deny something you don’t fully control anymore,” she said. --- The framework pulsed. --- Then— --- Opened. --- Just slightly. --- Enough. --- Ariana’s vision shifted. --- The system dissolved around her.

Moreover, what was he doing discussing heat with her? I jumped into my car and drove to my sister Lauren’s house. Peyton had had her baby a couple days after the alpha ceremony, so I didn’t want to bother her, knowing she was preoccupied with a newborn at the moment. I told Lauren I needed the clothes for a rogue werewolf who had wandered into our territory, deciding it was best to share as little information as possible. This was not a completely uncommon situation, so she didn’t question it. She handed me a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and some flip-flops.

MAIKA: “By my blood, by my right, I call thee—Vantessa of the Crimson Crown. Queen of the Carellos. Hear your niece.” The mirror shimmered until a regal woman appeared. Queen Vantessa, her pale skin almost translucent, sat atop a throne made of thorns and moonlight. Her eyes narrowed the moment she saw Maika. VANTESSA (calmly): “Maika. It has been decades.” MAIKA (directly): “Your seal on Alaric Vaelthorne's blood has broken. The vampire in him has awakened.” A flicker of surprise crossed Vantessa’s stoic face.

“True balance requires sacrifice, trust, and the willingness to stand together even when the path ahead seems impossible.” A heavy silence followed. Ryan sensed the subtle shift in Aria’s emotions through their bond. It was not panic or raw anger this time, but a deep, uncomfortable recognition. The mountain continued to reveal fragments of her own destiny through the lives of those long dead. Each vision seemed to draw her closer to an identity she was not yet ready to fully embrace, and Ryan was beginning to understand why that terrified her so deeply. Without warning, the gate pulsed with faint light. The countless symbols carved across its surface began to illuminate one after another, g

The passage from the Founders’ Vault twisted and turned, a labyrinth of rough-hewn stone and flickering torchlight. The air grew warmer, thicker, carrying the faint, metallic tang of ozone and something else—the primal scent of anticipation. Davina, with Baron Vance a silent, watchful presence behind her, emerged into a vast, subterranean cavern. This was the Arena of Valor. The cavern was immense, its ceiling lost in shadow, its floor a treacherous landscape of jagged rock formations, dense, artificial foliage, and a winding, dark river that snaked through the center.