Arcane X Novels & Stories

Randy inspected our outfits. Erica, on the other hand, seemed intrigued. "Pretty trendy. How did I miss this brand's new line?" Solomon and I wore limited-edition fall gear from a well-known brand. She recognized it as she circled us. "We're not high schoolers," I said. "We're in college." "Which one?" "Arcane Academy." Randy glanced at Debra. "You've got some juniors here." She graduated from Arcane too, but beyond that, I didn't know much.

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.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

I turned around to glare at him and move away from him but as usual he pulled me closer by my waist and whispered in my ear in an intimidating tone "Be good" Those words were enough for me to stop moving away from him and without knowing I started moving to the place where I had to get the things. We went to the hidden magical market that was named after a famous wizard Alvin, Alvinelly. I bought all the things I would require to prevent anyone from recognising me and then I bought the things that I would require to escape from James without him noticing. He didn't understand my reason for buying so many things and as he knew nothing about them, I could easily buy them without much questioni

I paused, swallowing at the stunned expression marking Ace's face, "if he kills himself they can't pin the murder on you. It just needs to look believable." ***Author's Note: Please read book 1: Gunnar first! Just in case you haven't. It's easier to understand this book if you read that first!

Joe opened the bonnet trying to fix it with Wayne behind the wheels starting it at Joe's instructions. Gary went inside the vehicle and soon returned with two Ar-15 assault rifles. He tossed one to me with an extra loaded magazine which I caught expertly and examined. Nancy and Nick were told to get into the vehicle while we shoot the Infected coming after us in other to buy enough time for Joe and Wayne to fix the vehicle. Gary and I took a few steps towards the horde and started shooting rounds after rounds at the infected. They kept coming in their numbers and I begin to wonder where the hell they're all coming from.

The Lycans that hadn’t been killed had fled into the night, leaving the clearing littered with the bodies of the fallen. Arianna, still in her Lycan form, stood at the center of it all, her chest heaving as she surveyed the aftermath. Blood stained her fur, but she felt no pain. The power of the amulets had given her strength, had made her something more than she had ever been before. But the cost of that power weighed heavily on her. She looked over to where Xavier, now back in his human form, stood beside Fang’s lifeless body, his expression grim. Aurora was howling in her head, her eyes filled with sorrow

“He only herds them. He cannot fully control them. But if he finds the formula inside that archive… your uncle could do anything.” A chill instantly crawls down my spine. “We cannot let Uncle Garson open that room, Dorian,” I say. “Relax. He won’t be able to do it. Not without you, Maeve. Because only Sacred Blood can open that door.” “What is Sacred Blood?” Alaric asks while looking between Dorian and me. “Oh, you didn’t know, Sword Bearer? Your Maeve carries silver blood known as Sacred Blood. She is the only remaining key left in this world.”