Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

Tristan from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion suddenly locked his gaze on Ashton like a bloodthirsty hunter who had found its ultimate prey, his gaze brimming with unrestrained fanaticism. "What is the Ninefold Arcane Technique?" Connor and Francis felt their hearts drop as a sudden sense of dread rose within them. "It is said that the Ninefold Arcane Technique is capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. I can't believe it's actually real!" Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Ashton with nothing but blatant greed.

Jake Henderson says, making me freeze. Aviana was in a relationship?!

“Can’t you call upon the power from the Heart of Magic to heal you?” Slate looked at the arrow like it was a pesky insect only there to annoy him. He grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled it straight out with a grunt, letting it go as even more blood gushed from the wound. Shaking his head, he said, “I cannot do that, Nya.” Her eyes widened as the last chance she could think of to save him began to slip from her fingers. “What do you mean? It contains all of the power in the universe! Surely, it can heal a wound from an arrow!”

Lysander pressed, his tone razor-sharp. "I cannot say for certain. But Vessa spoke of a 'main temple' as if this site were nothing more than a minor vein," Raven replied, her eyes dark with fatigue. "If an altar this small could be cracked by nothing more than a trickle of my blood, I shudder to think what could happen at the heart of their temple."

Creed replied honestly, "But what is this strange fluid? I feel like I am regaining my vitality." "Glad that you asked about it, this fluid around you is something like an exclusive treasure to genome library. It a very costly and extraordinary stimulant we have discovered recently. Its composition is a confidential information, but we call it V-53. Its initial effects on users are very similar to what you just described, but the primary purpose of the V-53 is to help you forcefully trigger your emotional flux at later stages." "Okay! So shall I begin?" "Yes, indeed. Let's get started with Stage 1 that is 'Leap'. Fluctuate your chakra and try to visualize what I told you earlier. The sooner

The girl stirred in her father’s arms and spoke weakly. “We need to go with them. There’s trouble… full moon… the veil… dead ones.” Theia mumbled and then became unconscious again. Her parents didn’t need more encouragement, they agreed to come with us. “Do you think you can teleport us all back?” I asked Gavrael. “I think so, I don’t think that power was affected or I wouldn’t have been able to bring us back from the volcano. It takes more out of me to do that than moving within this realm.” He replied.

Static hissed as Aria shifted output. “Hi, Vance,” she said. “Yes, it’s me. No, I’m not thrilled either. Here’s your menu: Option one, you slam the door, leave one of the most unstable Siren prototypes wandering around with a live cascade and a linked warlord. When she pops, you hope you’re outside the blast radius. Option two, you close the door properly, let us in, and at least *see* if you can keep the explosion from taking your bunker with it.” Vance didn’t answer.

Aunt Anna explained. "Why is it impossible?" I ask "Well, because the palace is guarded by a very strong ancient magic. Outsiders can't come in unless they are permitted. " With that, she turns away from us, towards the wall, and just snaps her fingers three times. Suddenly there was light. Right in the wall was a bright opening... a hole of some sort, similar to the one Doctor Strange opens in Avengers. "Oh my God." Rachel gasped excitedly..."This is awesome. So what you guys just have to step into that and boom... you are home? " She asked, and my aunt nodded.

Her eyes were yellow. Not the warm honey of Malrik’s. Not the molten gold of Drayan’s. This gold was something ancient— thin, unforgiving, predatory. She bowed her head slightly. “Asaraiah Kaine,” she said, as if my name weighed something. “Child of two worlds.” I didn’t step closer. “You have three seconds to explain why you’re here.” Three seconds was generous. She smiled faintly. “I am Vessera. Keeper of the Eastern Oracle. Speaker of the Unborn.”