Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

Rhianna had yawned, snuggling against his chest as Liam dragged his gaze from his mate to look at them. "Thereasa saved her three souls. Her penance is over." Her lavender gaze connected with the Vârcolac, a happy smile gracing her face. "Anakatrine returned Reasa's immortality, Liam. She will heal herself in good time now, though it would probably be more comfortable if she wasn't left lying on the forest floor while she did."

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

“Forgive me, Ciara. Please go on.” “I was, in fact, ready to address that. I believe it may be possible. But it will require the work of several sisters, Na’Himara whose skills lie in healing. A combination of distillates, infused with mystical healing properties, could potentially counter the venom’s effects.” She looked at Taiya. “Your people have much knowledge of the healing properties of plants. Perhaps that would be of use as well.” “I will offer what I know,” said Taiya, “but my knowledge is not as extensive as a Jivanaar healer.”

* Picking up my dinner which consisted of a fried chicken and vegetables, I made my way over to the corner where our table sat. After my therapy session crashed and burned, I took a shower and cleared my head, burying the memories once again. “So Ava, how was your first day in RBMS?” Veronica asks picking on her burger and fries. “Eh, nothing much. Just a therapy session.” “Who’d you get as your therapist?” Connor asks with his arm over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hayley…something…” I forgot her surname. “Seriously!” Caleb exclaims and I give Rhea a look asking her to explain.

“What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?” He let the question hang like bait. A single hand rose, calm and deliberate. Selene Asterhold didn’t even glance around. Her fingers held a pen mid-air, as if she could go right back to writing mid-sentence. Viorell raised his brows. “Ah. The lady from House Asterhold. Go ahead.” Selene adjusted her glasses, voice cool and composed. “Every mage is born with what’s called the Veins of Arcana—invisible energy channels that run throughout the body. They’re the pathways that control how mana flows, builds, and is released.”

Vivian had given it to me at recruitment with the instruction that I would know when to use it and the implication that hesitation would be expensive. Extracted from shadow wolf venom and nightshade root, processed through dark magic. Tasteless. Odorless. Mimics cardiac arrest in wolves with compromised immune systems. Aria’s immune system, after three days of fighting the curse, would qualify. I looked at the vial. Thought about Protocol 7. Thought about Vivian’s message: Timeline critical. Transformation must not complete.

"But he’s lying about the objective. Look at his pulse, Arung. It’s peaking. He’s scared of what’s in the crates, not what's in the ground." Arung glanced at Rangga, his brow furrowed with a mixture of professional skepticism and genuine, raw concern. He turned his attention back to the technician. "The crates, Made. What’s in them?" "Anchor stones!" the man shrieked, his voice cracking. "They’re not for industrial use! They’re for the collectors! The Buntu bloodline is the key—they said if they could just find a high-resonance subject, they could trigger the collapse of the veil, and the stones… they’d turn into pure, solidified essence. Millions per gram! I swear, that’s all I know!"

It was more than a paradise where infections had no chance to thrive. The place was built not by the people called engineers. They were called magicians/builders because they can build in the snap of their hands. There was the presence of human-like creatures walking around with the hideous ones in the Agartha. The food. Wasn’t one she imagined about. Daeira thought she will be served with raw foods to somehow convert her into cannibalism but so far, she wasn’t. in fact, she was given food on the clearest plates she ever saw. When she had a chance to ask Esee why did her plates, spoons, glasses and every kitchen utensils were in crystals, Esee had said those weren’t crystals but pure diamond

"Fuck her paradise. I want to feel the wind without it tasting like code." They reached the base of the Palace of Ascension. It wasn't a building; it was a white marble spike, veins of fiber-optic cables pulsing with violet light beneath its translucent surface. It pierced the clouds like a needle in the sky's throat. "Data-vents. There." Aradaa pointed to a pulsating grate at the base of the tower. "I go through the guts. You take the front. Make a mess, Kaelor. Give them the primal fury they’ve forgotten."

“Nope. But that hasn’t stopped us from hoping that maybe one day it will happen. Wouldn’t it be awesome to be one of the first wolves who is blessed by the moon goddess after our kind has suffered for so long without it?” “Yeah, amazing,” I say, giving her what I hope is a convincing smile as the reality of just how special Kenton’s and my pairing truly is. We are the first of our kind in centuries. It’s a fact that is hard to wrap my head around. “Oh, I hope that I will be blessed enough to find my mate!” Zara giggles, slipping her arm back through mine and continuing towards what I now recognize as the area that I had gone to when I was practicing my magic—the place that I haven’t been abl