Arcanum Books Novels & Stories

com Books by Autumn Dawn: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

The red and gold scabbard caught Rainer’s eye, mainly the intricate wave-like design. "So, you're the human who has been causing a ruckus in this sector. The man who struck fear in the fearless Minotaur." Merlin backed away from the glass with a conniving smile. “Well? Aren’t you going to answer me… Oh wait, I should let you out of there first!” He pushed the button on the side of the chamber and let Rainer walk out.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

Alaric finally turned and went back into his room to fetch a key, which he then handed to me. “Don’t stay in there too long,” he said again. I gave a small smile, then hurried back to the archive room. As soon as I opened the door, I went straight for the ancient book. Then I looked for other related books, perhaps there was a book on magic or something here... I tried to find it. There were many ancient books, but some of them were worn and illegible. This archive room felt like an old library. Without realising it, I dropped a book, scattering its contents.

Her chest tightened. She wasn’t ready for all of it. But part of her wanted it anyway. “I need to know more,” she said. “About what happened here. About what I did.” Lucan reached into his coat and pulled out a weathered book wrapped in a dark velvet cloth. He placed it on the stone beside her. “The Dream Codex,” he said. “It’s what’s left of your spellbook. Or Sariah’s, rather.” Seraphina opened the cloth with care, her fingers tracing the faded pages. Symbols danced across the paper—some familiar, some utterly alien. But the minute she touched them, they stirred inside her.

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?