Arcane Zeri Novels & Stories

The Priestess’s form and her grace in battle were enough to catch his gaze upon her yet his attention was directed towards the mage. “Hmm, I read in the archives that the Zerrohnians long ago were able to use life essence as a means to fight the darkness. I cannot remember the name of what art it was but I believe it was forbidden as it uses the planet's life energy?” “It is magic child, Requiem differs from Ren’veil as this world is somewhat close to the main tendril of the Sea of Stars while Requiem was considerably far and surrounded by many singularities making it very difficult to traverse.”

Thalen slammed his hands down on the open ledger, flipping frantically through the brittle, crumbling pages while Zeyric held the glowing mana sphere steady above the text. "Here," Zeyric pointed to a diagram sketched in the margin of the page. "An emergency pressure release. A secondary rune sequence on the eastern pillar." "Can you read the dialect?" Thalen asked, his vision swimming. "My eyes are crossing." "It's high-arcane shorthand," Zeyric muttered, squinting at the swirling glyphs. "It says... 'As below, so above. Press the twin stones in perfect synchronization.'" "Twin stones," Thalen looked across the room at two protruding granite blocks embedded in the pillar on either side of t

He snorted when he knew it was Zeno's damn Lycan form, when he turned around he could also see the charismatic Morgan with blue hair coming panting, his face contorted in worry. Zeno hugged Arlcia's body which was turning blue because of the poison extract from Ares's spear. He took her injured female arm close to her muzzle, then stuck out his wet Lycan tongue, licking the wound until it miraculously closed, one of the powers of a mate.

A masterwork of magical theory and practical application. Which made it all the more dangerous. "Zara," I said, my voice tight. "The ritual is approximately seventy percent complete. We have maybe ten minutes before it reaches critical mass." "Can you see the anchor points?" Zara asked, already preparing her own magical working. "Yes. Three primary anchors: Isabella as the blood source, Morgana as the catalyst, and..." I swallowed hard. "Daren's Relic as the template. The ritual is forming a resonance pattern between all three, using that resonance to create a duplicate vessel."

"Those would be 'Wish' and 'Miracle' but I also have others that can be extremely useful." Nyos swallowed audibly as his expression was shocked. On the other hand, Frey shifted uncomfortably, surely she was sweating under his armor. "Wish" and "Miracle" possibly the most powerful spells of Arcane magic and Divine magic respectively. Given Zark's character build, he was capable of using Arcane magic and Divine magic, although he sadly does not possess in his arsenal the third type of magic power, Psionic magic (also known as Psionic powers).

** We can use an anchor to keep his aura active. Right now, Cillian’s aura is flickering like a dying candle. We need that tiny spark of aura afloat until we finish the ritual. We need an anchor, something or someone with a strong power to keep Cillian’s aura alive. “Use me.” Andrei comes forward, leaving the red wolf princess behind. “Use my aura, as well.” Gio steps in, making his wife sob some more. “Use mine, too.” Alpha Zerdan strides out from the shadows.

She looked at Lunaris, who stood calmly in the center of the carnage, a vial of dark purple liquid in her hand. "That's it, little Berserker," Lunaris cooed. "Let the rage out. Show them why you’re the prize." Zane crawled toward Elara, his hand reaching out. "Anchor... Elara... anchor to me..." She tried. She reached for the quiet, healing stillness that was Zane, but a Raven enforcer kicked him aside, the silver-tipped boot catching him in the temple. Zane slumped to the floor, silent. That was the final snap.

Along with this trait, the Arcane Summoner has the traits and . : This trait allows the bearer to create a new creature to act as their summoned beast by sacrificing ten beast medallions. The resulting creature will start from level 1 but will possess the ability to grow, an ability not shared with other summoner types. The result of the creation depends on the creatures sacrificed but two staple routes have been provided to the bearer; ten similar base medallions and ten different base medallions.

" Ares cut Rain off. "Fu.cking, Percy." Zerena murmured with a smile. "That's great. You just need to find the 4 other pearls. Which one do you have?" "He has a pearl of healing." I answered for Ares. "It's different from dad's though. Stronger?" "Yes. All the pearls needed for the sword are ancient pearls. They will be hard to find and even harder to get." "Name them. I can get them." Zerena was determined. I had heard that she used to retrieve rare, and extremely difficult to get, magical items, before she was rescued from the demon that held her captive for the first 22 years of her life.

On beat of the song, Aira, Chester, Creon and Damon started to merge their energies into each other before merging into each other’s bodies. Aira was the last to merge but she did so before turning herself and the other three into a THREE SPIKED ARROW (trident) using the Dark Arts !! The lightening arrow flew towards my outstretched palm like a north poled magnet racing towards a south poled one and, the highly energized weapon fit perfectly between my fingers. The Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a weapon, neither made of the living or the non living . . . .