Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

After the Inferno Guild, the next announcement came from the capital's physician's office, Arcane Sanctum. They had sent various precious medicinal herbs, including a century-old rare herb and snow lily. Following Arcane Sanctum was the Tideborn Guild, which also sent rare treasures. Among them, Mystic Pearls were the most prized. They seemed determined to outdo the Inferno Guild, delivering three jars of Mystic Pearls, along with a variety of gemstones. Their offerings filled three entire boxes.

Arielle shrugged. "Nobody was using it." Lycian shook his head. "That core killed three of my ancestors." "They tried to harness it and turned to ash." "And you ate it like an apple." Arielle walked over to the map. She looked at the red dots. "Your ancestors were wolves," she said. "Wolves choke on Void." "I breathe it." She pointed to a large cluster of red dots near the coast. "What is this?" "Supply depot," Lycian said.

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."

A hand—her father's—grabbing hers, leading her to safety. Vosvak Spade. Once the cunning, ruthless Minister of the Arcane Council, now rotting in the cursed chambers beneath the Tomb of Il’Sharak. Accused of summoning the monstrous wretches that razed entire villages, and condemned by none other than Miyal Rhax’s father—the great Alpha himself. Perfera clenched her fists. The mirror rippled. A different image formed—Krishna Aswald on the pyre, emerald eyes blazing, flames licking at her skin, yet still she screamed defiance. Miyal, standing cold and unflinching.

“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

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

Kade’s panicked voice shouted through the comm, “THAT’S— THAT’S A MEMORY CORE!” Selene hissed sharply. “Oh! Oh, this is far worse than I thought.” Rian squealed. “WHAT IS A MEMORY CORE?" Selene snapped, “A storage device for knowledge that predates the empires! If the architect used to rule Arcana—this device might contain his—” Alessia touched it. The world exploded—not literally, but Alessia’s mind shattered in light. She saw a city of towers piercing the sky. A luminous engine humming with power. A throne forged from three threads—no, four. And a man stands before an arcane storm.

The Luna was telling Raven about the herbs in the garden, “Right now it’s mating season so we have grown and harvested a lot of Motherwart. Agaricus for calming the beast. Nightshade grows here. Old crane grass here…” Bloodchild signaled to the general to go. He took out one of the vials and handed it to Anika. She took it and nodded. Setting her sights on Raven she launched forward and leapt through the air crashing the potion on top of her head. “Sleep hybrid. We don’t want you here.”