Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

Damn. “.. but this is not just a regular human, is she? As we are all aware here, Araya is part witch, but from my understanding this is a newfound revelation. I am curious as to how that came about. How was it not known she was a witch and yet she was able to negotiate a truce with the Ventrel Coven in that short amount of time?” He asked curiously. His eyebrow was raised and there was a glint in his eyes. He knew something or at least he thought he did. He put his fingertips together in contemplation waiting for a response.

I turned and walked out with my chest tight. I was scraping through the ashes of fires looking for charred bones when Daerton joined me. “There goes Ashara,” he said quietly. “And look, there slithers a snake.” I did not need to look up to know that he referred to Akyran. “What do you think they’re going to discuss?” he asked me. “Daerton, I will turn you into a worm,” I met his eyes. “And use you as a spell component.”

The sanctuary, once sealed in slumber beneath centuries of decay and dread, now awakened for its rightful heir. Arla-Rosa stood at the heart of the Flamebearer’s chamber, surrounded by concentric runes etched in starlight and bloodline magic. Amarantha stood across from her, cloaked in ceremonial robes of the Saphiren matriarchs, her face serene yet shadowed by the weight of decades. In her hands, she held the Ignis Core, a glowing relic that once pulsed at the center of every Saphiren ritual.

Besides, Alpha had clearly instructed him to not do anything that would waste time and make Alana refuse to help us. Suddenly the air shifts and fear momentarily enters Alana’s eyes. AAh…the power of the Trueblood aura! “Alpha.” Alana greets the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack in a raspy voice. Alpha Azraiel nods at her and asks, “State your name and purpose for being here.” “My name is Alana Seashore and I am a witch. I have information that might be useful for you.” “Hmmm” Azraiel hums with a neutral face.

they whisper, collapsing. Zynara screams, her aura erupting, her void-dagger radiating black-star light, her form shifting—a radiant oracle-vessel, her twin-star eyes blazing with the oracle’s will. “I am reborn!” she roars, her hymn shaking the vale, rifts tearing through the reborn world. My cosmic aura dims, the ritual’s cost searing, my Veil-tether fraying. Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is lost.

His spoon stirred his potion in slow, deliberate circles. Clarette announced the expected names. Alpha Jaxon. Luna Selene. Political theater, nothing more. Then: "Prince Riven's black carriage was seen in the driveway. He's enrolled." Aurel's heart rate accelerated minutely. Riven Vorspina. The vampire heir's presence meant the political structure was forming as predicted. Necessary. Controllable. But Clarette had saved the best. "And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history."

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I asked. “Yes,” He said with a nod. We were busy having fun when we heard the alarm, I went to open the door when I opened it, I met Celeta in front of me, she pushed me in and sat down on the sofa with me. “Archer, how could you lie to me? Hola is not from this pack but from Blood Crest Pack, he is even Gebe’s daughter” She said with a frown. Adrian and I both exchange glances and I whisper to

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