Caitvi Arcane Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

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.

His eyes, pale and knowing, scanned the room like a hawk tracking prey. “He is gone,” Morviel finally said, his voice deep and emotionless. “The boy, Caveen, has escaped.” Murmurs erupted. One witch councilor, High Seer Ellantha, slammed her hand onto the obsidian table. “How could you let this happen? He was right here—within our grasp! We were on the brink of understanding the full nature of his aura.” Another, Lord Halric of the Vampire Sect, leaned forward. “This was not just a boy. His aura held the mark of the Carellos. The black magic—faint, but present. We all felt it.”

‘Will you be my eyes in Hungary? ‘Gladly, Your Majesty.’ She answered keeping her head low and he pulled out his saber. ‘By the power vested upon me, I dub thee Lady Csilla Strelicz, Dame of the Order of St. Stephen of Hungary.’ Hadrian tapped her shoulders lightly and sheathed it. ‘Rise, Lady Csilla.’ She stood up and looked at him. ‘Are you sure about this?’ she asked. ‘I could still be after your life.’ ‘Your eyes are different now from when you first tried to kill me.’ He answered. ‘And I can see we share the same goal in mind…’

Alaric said from the side of the pool. Violet held her breath and went back into the pool. Alaric was surprised. What sort of lunatic was this girl with purple hair? He looked into the pool and shook his head when he saw that she was looking for her wig. Alaric shook his head and sighed. “Keitan's killer association has really lost their touch, how can they send such a weakling here.” Violet seemed to have no intent of going back up, she kept going down and it was beginning to annoy Alaric. He lifted his finger and Violet was pulled out of the water and onto the spot beside Alaric's feet.

And so that is how we ended up, sat outside a large cave looking out across a vast lake and waiting for the exact moment to cross into the realm of the dead. The witch, Seraphine, assured us that the portal would take us exactly where we needed to be. She had managed to use her connection and found that a ceremony was taking place that night, she couldn’t tell us what the ceremony was for, only that all of the elite would be in attendance. And so that is what we now wait for. The countdown was on for the perfect moment to cross over and surprise the unsuspecting demon aristocracy, The night was black, and not a sound could be heard bar the occasional hoot of an owl, or rustle of trees in the

The vent was conveniently placed right at my eye level and I wondered briefly if that was why it had been disconnected, so people could spy on those who were in the other room easier. I peered inside and saw Cain standing with his mother and another man. This man looked to be about Cain's mother's age. He had black, wavy hair and was built like Cain. I wondered if that was his father. They were arguing which made me want to walk away. I felt nosey prying into their conversation. Just as I was about to leave, I heard Cain say angrily: "If you didn't want a Vampire son, maybe you shouldn't have fucked someone who had a vampiric disease."

I am betting Royal because it is closer to the Z brother's magic shop. While I wait, I see another former friend that is now on the side of Umbra. Umbra really screwed over most of the Lycan and Wolves, except a few. One of them being Chaos. Chaos is Umbra's personal errand boy. Chaos does anything Umbra asks, and I bet he is spying on Fallon for Umbra.

“Their knowledge was forbidden even to most covens. If we fail to observe their rules, we could be trapped inside — or worse, have our minds shattered.” “Lovely,” Vulture muttered, his voice dry with sarcasm. “First underwater ghosts, now brain-melting libraries.” Cassie held Aragorn close, his faint aura of light pulsing softly against the cold darkness. Cassian, seated between Elias and Bain, stared quietly ahead, more aware than any three-year-old should ever be. “He’s showing me again,” Cassian whispered to his father. Bain glanced at him. “What is he showing you this time, little warrior?”

Only they possessed the spell powerful enough to bind Xarion’s godhood. The trees in Virelyn bent away from them as they passed. The air was heavy, damp, and filled with whispers that came from no mouth. “Remind me again,” Kade muttered, “why the hell we’re trusting witches who live in a haunted forest?” “Because they hate Xarion more than we do,” Aria replied. When they reached the ruins, three figures awaited them at a stone altar. One was tall and thin, with eyes like dying stars. One was curved and veiled in silk. The third was child-sized, but her smile dripped with malice.