Arcanum Books Novels & Stories

She was reading a thick leather-bound volume on ancient legends—her fingers tracing the golden ink of the mythical creatures etched on the page—when a shadow passed behind her. She turned and almost dropped the book. Alaric stood near the tall windows, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the snowy garden beyond. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” Seraphine said, quickly standing. “I didn’t know you were here.” He looked over his shoulder. “It is your home now as well. You do not need to flee when I enter.” Still, she held the book to her chest like a shield. Alaric’s gaze dropped to the spine. “The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.”

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

“Of everything in the room - the true gold decorations you could steal, the weapons on the desk you could have used against me, the breath taking view out of the window, the lavish clothing and jewels, looking at the possible exists, the looming male I front of you - out of all of that, it’s the books that intrigue you. The books you look at.” “Libraries are full of ideas - perhaps the most dangerous and powerful weapons of all.” He simply nods once before turning towards the dresser and pulling the top draw open. “Get changed. The Daemonium Wishes to see you n forty minutes.” He walks back towards me and unlocks the chain between the cuffs in my wrists. “Don’t try to break them. They’ll eje

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

As soon as I was done drinking, I saw how quickly the sincere look on Thomas' face dissipated, only to be replaced by a malicious smirk. At the same time, I could feel my body starting to burn up. Already, I felt extremely uncomfortable from the heat. Damn it! The wine was drugged! I felt as though all strength had seeped out of my body. My hand went slack, and the glass shattered on the floor. "As if I'd apologize to you, you lowly bastard! This is what you get for offending me in the first place!" Thomas glared at me before waving at the old man airily. "He's all yours now."

Then, Youlee placed two ancient books on the table, and Doreen and Grayson's faces changed when they saw them. The Arcanum Constellation Charts were the heirloom of the Star Arcanum, passed down from generation to generation, reportedly recording the celestial changes of nearly ten thousand years. The Mystic Gales Formation Maps were the Mystic Gales' inheritance, and they detailed thousands of formations. Looking at their puzzled expressions, Youlee said, "Actually, we owe them a lot. Otherwise, your families would have been decimated. The three Karamon traitors were Zenith Organisation members and thus Neuf Chrys' enemies. They were responsible for sabotaging Neuf Chrys' actions."

he said flatly. Seraphina eyed the book. Strange symbols were carved into the cover. Her fingers hesitated before she touched it. “This is Arcadia’s Book of Order,” the man explained. “Sacred laws passed down from our ancestors. Repeat after me.” She nodded faintly. “I, Seraphina Wilson…” “I, Seraphina Wilson…” she echoed, voice barely above a whisper. “…will speak nothing but the truth.” Word by word, she repeated the oath. Another council advocate stepped forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with flaming ginger hair, a sharp mustache, and cold, calculating eyes.

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”