Caitvi Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

*Solveig* I walk into the living room to meet my parents, and they are arguing with Amrafel and Caliope about what they need for some sort of ritual that I still don't understand. They mentioned a summoning, and I don't understand why they can't just call them. Seth told me that these creatures, the arcane ones, are hidden between doors, or portals. And since they haven't interacted much lately with those in our realm, then they need to be summoned and brought to us.

Her arcane eye was buzzing with activity, she could see the tendrils lashing out from the soil and dancing in a hypnotic grotesque fashion as they waved into the air. “Arcane radiation is strong her mam, but no threats spotted” six voltiirs had gone ahead and checked the area for any danger, Brasidas was leading and had just returned. “I sensed it from the boat, they look like tentacles spawning from a sea urchin. Ever seen one of those?” She asked Brasidas and the Lieutenant, who had just engaged into a deeper state of the arcane eye evident by the light red shroud that had covered their eyes.

She gave him a small smile, gesturing for him to go ahead, and the five of us began heading for the stairs, but she stopped suddenly, turning to Cole, Finn, and I, shaking her head. "No," she said quietly, as she met my eyes, "You shouldn't be near when I inspect it. Just to be safe," she said, "the arcane sometimes does not react well to tampering." I frowned a little, caught off guard, but Cole placed a hand gently on my shoulder, "It's okay, I'll stay with you," he said softly, and Finn smiled at me warmly, "I'll keep an eye on them, just in case things go badly," he said, and I sighed softly.

"I'll make sure Rafael's case ends with a death sentence." Fabien smiled. "Good." The Carvers should have been brought down long ago. Little did Fabien know that while he was making his call, Aria had already reached the eighth floor through another entrance. Homer was about to unleash his fury, thinking more fools were disturbing him. Aria merely tossed him the ghoststring coin. "Could you identify which sect uses this arcane technique? I suspect the Dracotigris Order." Homer's expression immediately brightened as he stroked his beard. "Hmm, it does resemble something from our sect."

Others tapped their fingers, glanced sideways, or simply stared ahead like soldiers awaiting orders. The room didn't feel like a classroom. It felt like a cage of predators told to act civilized. Professor Viorell stood at the front, still twirling his chalk with idle flair. The board behind him bore three words in looping script: The Arcane Veins He let the silence linger, almost like he was savoring it—then turned with a slow grin, eyes dancing behind the smoke-tinted lenses of his spectacles. “So,” he said, dragging the word like a dagger across velvet. “What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?”

“I see myself entering it. And carrying a staff. An ivory staff. And I hear a voice. It says: A square within a square.” Slowly, Caitlin opened her eyes, and as she did, she saw Aiden holding out a staff. She could not believe it: it was the staff of her vision. It was a weapon that Caitlin recognized, but had not seen in years: a four-foot ivory staff, intricately carved, with a round circular head and mysterious etchings all over it. The last time she had seen it had been in the Cloisters, in New York City. The crozier that Caleb had once used, one of the greatest weapons of their coven. It glowed like a thing of magic as Aiden held it out to her.

CHAPTER 78 Morgana carefully arranged the items on the table in front of her. She placed the vampire's personal belongings in the center, surrounded by the black candle and the red thread. Taking a deep breath, she began her work. Morgana slowly lit the black candle, letting its dark flames fill the room with a smoky haze. Closing her eyes, she began to chant a strange incantation. "*Vampiri arcanum revula, locus meus mea vox audim, ad me vepire ut possim me videre*"

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.