Arcane X Novels & Stories

“In class.” The nurse freezes. “Wolf bane?” I nod. She rushes up pressing a button and leading us to a room. “Then pray, boy,” she mutters. “Pray it hasn’t touched her blood too deep.” Aria jerks as I drop her on the bed, her body arching as another wave of pain runs through her. She tries to speak but only manages a broken sound. I grip her hand again. “Stay with me, angel. Don’t let it win.”

Luckily, she has that demon friend, because otherwise Aranjo believes she will grow up to be a stupid Goddess and has no knowledge whatsoever. The next day, Ara is no longer visible when Aranjo wakes up. Aranjo is used to getting up early and preparing her own breakfast. Lately, her magic power has increased, thanks to the gift of magic power given to her friend if she can solve the given problem correctly. Aranjo was very happy, the Demon was the only one who gave her magic power. Aranjo opened the shutters of the pavilion and gazed towards the main residence. It was still very early, but the servants in the main residence passing by looked very busy. Every year,

With a composed look on his face, Chu Xun glanced at the Chosen Ones of the Assembly of Immortals, but his glance made Jing Lei and his companions shiver helplessly. Chu Xun withdrew his eyes from them, raised his hands, and set up a magic formation that covered Jing Hong and the others. After that, he took out the Arcane Fruits and distributed them to Jing Hong and the others. Arcane Fruits contained huge amounts of life essence and vigor, which were very helpful for the healing of wounds. He transferred some Hong Meng Immortal Qi to each of them to help repair their broken bones and dislocated internal organs. "Eat the Arcane Fruits and rest assured to heal your wounds. Leave the other thi

I nodded my head, glaring at my ex, who wouldn't meet my eye. "What was that for?" "I didn't know it was you," Xander raised his hands in defence. I poked a finger in his chest twice. "That's not what I meant. Why are you so obsessed with the twins!" "Because they belong to my pack—" I screamed. "They have found a better home with Kaloyan. Don’t take that away from them. Please." Xander shared a look with Miles. He brought out a golden name tag, and it read "The Arcane Twins."

I mumbled. He glared at me and then left. “Oh shit” I groaned in anger and hit my hand on the tree. “Were you the one that sent someone to poison Archer’s drink?” Someone said and I turned back to see Adrian walking towards me. “Are you dead? It’s not me” I said. I was about to walk away when he stood in front of me. “You can’t kill him by poisoning him with an ordinary poison, do you know the poison that can kill werewolves easily” He said.

"You have pure-blooded Lycanthrope running through your veins." I remembered having the conversation with Dr. Zosak in the previous weeks when he told me the name thing, yet I still shook my head. "The only time I've had Lycanthrope blood in my veins was when Cain gave me a blood transfusion." He hummed and looked down at my ankle. "Well that explains the healing." I looked down at my ankle, curious about what he meant. "Your grandfather shoved a tracking beacon into your ankle, tearing your calcaneofibular ligament. I'm surprised you could walk on it, if I'm being completely honest."

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

Besides, Alpha had clearly instructed him to not do anything that would waste time and make Alana refuse to help us. Suddenly the air shifts and fear momentarily enters Alana’s eyes. AAh…the power of the Trueblood aura! “Alpha.” Alana greets the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack in a raspy voice. Alpha Azraiel nods at her and asks, “State your name and purpose for being here.” “My name is Alana Seashore and I am a witch. I have information that might be useful for you.” “Hmmm” Azraiel hums with a neutral face.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Xavier." I chuckled softly, grateful for the connection we shared. "Well, that's what partners do, isn't it? Support and uplift each other." We continued our walk, the conversation flowing freely. Arcane's mind was a mosaic of aspirations, each fragment waiting to find its place. She spoke of her love for art, her fascination with the human mind, and the thrill she found in exploring new cultures through books and documentaries. "Maybe," she mused, "I'll find a way to combine all these interests. Create something that truly speaks to people, you know?"

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long