Caitvi Arcane Novels & Stories

Bingo! “Oh, do shut up!” Arthur says, a blush actually staining his cheeks. Of course, I laugh even harder. This is too good not to. I stifle the laughter though, seeing how uncomfortable he is. “Tell me about her.” He sighs. “Olivia Corey. Liv to her friends, which I was lucky enough to count myself as one. She was the bane of my existence for my first few months as an assistant professor in New Orleans.” He chuckles, that faraway look back in his eyes, letting me know that he’s lost in his memories. “I had been working with several of covens in the area, Maiden, Mother, and Crone alike, to eradicate a daring herd of Le Feu Follet, the cajun fairies who would lure people into the sw

As she closed her eyes, she stretched her left arm. "Get the hell away from me!" A glowing light erupted on her left palm, firing a magical beam that threw Váhypták away and crashed into massive cave rocks from above. "W-what was that?" Arabelle look at her left hand. The maiden was perplexed by what happened.

The blade found its true mark, snuffing out Damien's life in a whisper of steel. Yadiel, his heart pounding with the rush of his grim task, reached into the depths of his cloak and drew forth an arcane stone. It shimmered and danced with an otherworldly radiance, a pulsating heart of sapphire light that seemed to beat in time with Yadiel's quickened pulse. He whispered an ancient incantation, his voice a mere thread in the tapestry of the night. The stone clenched within his grasp, awakening into a tempest of glowing fog that swirled with arcane energy. With purpose etched into his every step, Yadiel strode into the veil of mist. It swallowed him whole and, just as swiftly, the mystical shro

Terror like ice. Shabari lifted his hand, stopping inches from the glass jar upon the altar. Dark wind rose to greet his fingers like a loyal hound. It curled around him, licked at his palm with shadows. He closed his eyes and began to chant - low, guttural. Tongues of wizardry. I listened. Kaelric’s steps thundered forward, and I felt his anger before I saw it. It coiled from his skin like steam from overcooked meat. His voice split the silence. “What are your findings? Was the pelt tampered with?”

It gave a deafening screech as it writhed in pain. “What is that disgusting thing?” Mar asked Vincent with distaste while Johan burned the creature alive. “That’s my youngest brother. He’s always been a brat...” answered Vincent. “No, I meant that... dark tentacle... thingy!” Mar asked once more as she fended off attack after attack from the other assailants. They were holding swords of darkness now, and her make-shift weapon was no match to it. It looked like it was about to snap in half. “That’s a creature of shadows from the in-between,” Vincent answered seriously. “You can summon them with the use of an arcane magic spell,” he added, “or you can pull them out straight from the darkness,

Oberon turns around looking at Octo Valley then looks at the Inkopolis “you’ll never win this war Arnold” then he morphed into a massive insect known as the Insect of the Abyss and flew off to find me and my rebellion. Meanwhile back at Inkopolis Roxy Wolf, Amanda Scratch, Jack, Oliver, Olivia & I were taking a break after a fight against Fairy Knight Galahad AKA Mash “is everyone okay” I said “we are okay mother” said Jack. Suddenly, Dr. Romani notified me and he was panicking “Arnold, I can sense a spike of magecraft nearby also a massive insect was spotted leaving Octo Valley and it’s looking for you!” Romani panicked. I l saw the massive insect patrolling Inkopolis “Lie Like Vortigern, E

Craig looks up at me and does his best to straighten up. “We followed the leads, sir,” he replies, looking me in the eyes, “that we gleaned from the conversation with the other priest, who wished to remain anonymous. They were…fruitful. We found this one’s lair, for lack of a better word. It was actually in a sewer – in an abandoned maintenance room. He was living there doing…” Craig hesitates and then shrugs. “Forgive me, Sir, for the dramatic language, but ‘arcane magics’ are the only words coming to my mind now. Lizard skins…and – and snail shells, in jars – he had a cauldron –“

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

‘Not in front of the girls , let's get them settled first’ I reply , he just nods . ----- Three hours later I am sitting in Tynan’s office with my Mate , Kurat and Gideon . “Well?” Kurat says as he sits with his arms crossed over his chest . “Mind your tone Kurat , remember this is your Mother” Tynan warns him as he pulls me onto his lap . “The Sombrear coven are dark witches that specialise in blood magic” I say drawing in a shuddering breath , pulling comfort from Tynan’s scent and touch .

"Therefore, with the power held within me, I, Aleric Dumont, Alpha of the Winter Mist Pack, sentence you, Ariadne Chrysalis, former Luna of the Winter Mist Pack, to death." I looked up to meet his eyes and, to my surprise, it wasn't Aleric I was looking at. It was Cai. He carried the broadsword in his hand as if it was entirely natural for him, as if he'd held it many times before. I looked into his golden eyes and saw the same cold look I was so familiar with from Aleric. A look of hatred. "Cai... what are you doing?" I managed to say, finally finding my voice.