Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

Nicolas walks ahead of us and speaks to both of them in Japanese, granting me the ability to slowly piece together where exactly we were. He turns around and gestures for us to follow as the two Women lead us down a fully-adorned glass hallway where there are Koi fish swimming beneath us, under the transparent pathway. Pushing open another door, I am not only met with sounds of chatter and live music but with an entirely new ordeal. There are tall oval-shaped booths with long tables placed symmetrically across the colossal, yet somehow intimate room, and instead of ceramic plates, lie naked women with Japanese foods making up the curves of their bodies.

"Do you guys know anything about this 'Five Village Monastery'?" Chase asked instead of answering Willow's question. "No," Lisa replied. As a native of Dark and Light Mineral Ore, a world with incomplete natural laws pieced together from various world fragments by the Light Divine Pearl, her ignorance was understandable. "Not sure," Walter and Willow shook their heads. Chase had held high hopes for Yara, who had awakened parts of her inherited memories. However, she also answered, "Never heard of it."

"Mr. Vane is a closer. He’s blunt. I am the one who manages the 'interest.'" Rowan moved in front of me, his hand on his obsidian blade. "Explain it. Now." Sterling didn't seem bothered. She opened the briefcase, revealing a series of crystal vials and a mechanical injector. "The debt you assumed, Kaima, is powered by the residual magic of the Origin. But since that magic is fading, the debt must be serviced by **Vitality**. In seven days, the first payment is due. We require 500 milliliters of 'Infused Marrow.'"

“Then we strike first. Seal them before she does.” Aria turned to Ysara. “Where are they?” The Rootbound matriarch didn’t speak immediately. Instead, she walked to the sacred tree and knelt, pressing her palm to the roots. Whispers flowed through the hall—soft and ancient. Then Ysara stood. “There are three known Veins,” she said solemnly. “One beneath the Daggered Range. One below the drowned city of Virellan. And one… at the edge of the world. Beyond the Shardlands.”

Marcus Vane stood in the center of the pack house, and Aria's breath caught at the sight of him. He looked exactly as Sarah had described. Tall, unnaturally pale, with black hair and eyes that shifted between human and serpentine. Dark energy rolled off him in waves that made her wolf whimper in terror. "There she is," Vane said with a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "The Luna who broke fate's design. Do you have any idea how rare you are?"

Without a word, she tossed an old, yellowed scroll onto the table in front of Rayden. "This is the final shipping manifest from the Bramasta family's secret warehouse from ten years ago," she said, her flat voice sharper than usual. "It's the only record in their entire archive that mentions the name Brahma Angkara." Rayden immediately seized the scroll. His steady hands broke the cracked wax seal. Inside was a long list of high-level spiritual resources—Pure Flame Crystals, Spirit Essence Jade, and dozens of other rare materials—in a quantity large enough to fund a small sect for a decade.

that stretched into the absolute void. Avery Vane-Thorne stood in the center of the "White-Vast," her "Gold-Vanguard" aura flaring with a "Vicious-Tender-Defiance." Her indigo gown seemed like a "Sovereign-Stain" on the perfection of the room. She could feel the "Origin-Standard" trying to "Format" her "Marrow," trying to "Re-Index" her as a "Substitute-Variable" rather than a "Queen."

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

The towering dome of arcane energy was quickly enveloped by the coiling and twisting serpentine plants across its surface. "Amazes me every time." "Now do your thing." Rachelia winked to Vayu. "Give them hell." Vayu smiled, and his Arcus Ignis was unleashed. The rainbow cloth enveloped him and he propelled himself away like a comet. By the time he landed on the line of silverstream presences, a multicolored explosion boomed. Lars couldn't make out the details at first but then he realized Vayu had turned into a gigantic white fox. His nine tails flared of all the colors in the spectrum, burning and lashing in the air.

Kael stepped forward, but the gate didn’t move. Elara’s fingers brushed it, and the metal hissed alive. It twisted open without sound, responding to her presence like an ancient creature waking from slumber. Inside, the air was heavy with incense and something darker—memories, perhaps. The chamber was circular, its walls carved from blackened crystal. In its center, seated cross-legged atop a throne of charred bone and melted silver, sat the Vanta Oracle. She looked nothing like Elara expected—young, eyes too bright, her mouth curved in an ageless smirk.