Arcane Vastaya Novels & Stories

Around her neck hung a pendant shaped like a tree — one side black, the other gold. “I’m Ashani,” she said. “My grandmother was Yanuwah. My mother chose to forget. I didn’t.” Clara slowly lowered the knife. “You know what’s happening?” Ashani nodded. “I know the name Kaarayael. I know what lies under WildWood isn’t just roots and ghosts. It’s a hunger. A mimic. A dream gone wrong.” She took something from her satchel and unwrapped it — a weathered cloth holding an obsidian shard, nearly identical to Clara’s vision.

Binta asked. "No, in fact, I can destroy her all by myself. But all the jinnis will come to battle. And she holds something very dear to us. Rayuwa had been their blood farm for over 500 years; they will not give it up easily." I explained, and she seemed to understand. "Hope you won't die. I cannot mourn you twice. My heart won't take it." She pleaded, and I nodded in response. BINTA After a while, the Sarki and Sarauniya called Adam and me to their private lounge for a meeting. I watched my mother's smile fade. There was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. I knew she would eventually.

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

"Since Asta is confined to the Spirit Realm under lock and key, I think it's a pretty good chance that you won't be getting anything from her." Aryn's pale face went bone white. "No. She promised me. She vowed to me I would get her back." "What kind of vow?" Graysten asked. "When did you make it?" "She came to visit me after she learned the Azicans were coming here. She made a proper sacred vow." Aryn wrung her hands, her fingers blanching white under the strain. "She was free." "It must have been right before she tried to trap us in the Between," Graysten said, looking between Scarlet and me.

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

She's upset for a moment. Elise arrived at the capital as soon as the sun set. Last night, she was restless that she remembered something important from the book The Lazy Lucky Princess. There will be a cave of mana near the mountain of Yaven. It is known as a spirit mountain where according to legends, The Yaven Tribe traditional homeland. It was surrounded by river valleys and higher hills. The Yaven Tribe used to live at the mountain to guard the spirits power. Spirit power that can heal poisons and curse by dark magic. Many mercenaries tried to find the power but continued to get lost, which made the summit gather bad rumors.

“In the heart of Arvamel, there is a very strong crystal—the Crystal of Elements. Sarya is trying to find a way for you to come to Arvamel and touch it without Queen Vannya’s knowledge.” “Ayla will never go to Arvamel as long as Vannya sits on the Crystal Throne,” Rhobart told Sylvar in an icy tone. “But what if this crystal is the only way to get my magic back?” asked Ayla. “Sarya would never let anything happen to me.” Rhobart huffed in annoyance. “Like I would ever let you out of my sight.” Ayla tsked before turning her attention to Sylvar. “What is this Crystal of Elements? I have never heard of it.”

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

Vivian Arnold sent off Egbert Leon, and Bartholomew did the same, letting a Masterful Supreme return the ability to return to the human alliance and spread the news. After a moment, the human alliance in the Grand Archmage and all were filled with excitement tearing apart the space marking the way here. These people saw Vivian Arnold wink, their eyes widened, and a thought rose in their hearts. Grab this weird humanoid Nebula Sanctuary, let her do everything for me. These humans also don't know, Vivian Arnold has closed the contract, Bartholomew's men have not told them, even waiting for them to misunderstand. "The shape of the face is also related to the race, this must be the ten-tailed la

“Still active. We left it for bait.” Ryn opened one of the books. “Names, dates, payments. They’ve been moving money through Marr and Veyr for years.” Elara looked at Aria. “And?” Aria set down her notes. “And they tried to scry through Anchor 12 last night. I felt it. It was low level, but it’s the same signature as the blood magic at Drayce.” She looked at Darius. “Whoever it is, they’re close. Or they have someone close.”