Claggor Arcane Novels & Stories

The creatures recoiled at the sight of it, their dark forms flickering and retreating. “Now, Marcus!” Clara shouted. With a furious yell, Marcus jumped forward, his claws shining with the relic's power. He cut through the heart of the void's armed force, and with a blinding streak of light, the creatures broke down into nothingness. As the last of the creatures vanished, the ground underneath them started to break, a profound thundering resounding through the Forgotten Realm. The sky obscured encouragement, and a single voice, profound and thunderous, filled the air.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—rage, fear, and a strange, unfamiliar sorrow that gnawed at him from within. But as darkness fell over the forest, it became clear that April had vanished without a trace. The search was called off, and the Clan members returned to the mansion, empty-handed and heavy-hearted. --- **BLOODY SINNER'S** Lucifer stood alone in his chambers, staring out the window at the forest that had swallowed April whole. The bloodstain haunted him, a stark reminder of how little control he truly had. The woman who had challenged him, defied him, and now eluded him—she had slipped through his fingers.

We’re unaware of what we are stepping into. The light grew brighter as they drew near, exposing an archway crafted from interwoven golden vines. Symbols glowed faintly along its edges, and the air hummed with energy. Alric stopped abruptly, his eyes wide. “This... this is ancient magic,” he said in awe. “Magic older than any I’ve studied. It’s not hostile, but it’s powerful. We need to be careful.” Kaden exchanged a glance with Lena, who nodded. Together, they stepped through the archway, their world instantly shifting around them.

I could only see diagrams of frogs before he closed it so I couldn't read it. I wasn't exactly sure if it was me he was closing it for or if it was Dr. Dawson as I felt his presence beside me. The alpha aura radiating from him. I felt the group hunching away from him. "Dr. Igarashi I'm so glad that I could run into to make the introduction," Dr. Dawson said as Dr. Igarashi chewed his burrito dryly. He didn't look all that excited to meet me or even that I existed. "I am so happy to have you meet the astrochemist, Miss Livia Spitz. Ms. Spitz, this is Dr. Bruno Igarashi. Your work will mainly involve my own data after you are trained. But your task set may also extend to Dr. Igarashi's

“Lyra. Scroll fragment. Where is it?” Lyra closed her eyes, whispering an incantation. The altar flared blue. Kael and Anya pulled the stone lid open, revealing a hollow space. Inside—wrapped in blackened velvet—was a scroll burned along the edges, but humming with ancient power. Lyra unrolled it carefully. “This is enough. We can perform the soul-cleaving here. But we’ll need her consent.” Elara didn’t answer. Because something else did. The Forgotten Alpha Emerges. The room dropped into absolute darkness. The candles blew out in a single breath. From the walls, shadows peeled away and took form—a towering humanoid beast made of smoke and bone, its antlers scraping the ceiling, eyes two end

I stop for a moment, drawn in. The sigil is like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s an impossible blend of two legacies that were never meant to coexist. At the centre, a glowing blue eye stares out from a web of radiant lines and sharp geometry, like it’s watching me... no, judging me. That’s the Oracle half—the magic of prophecy and truth. But it’s wrapped in the Arcane.

He activated scry pane storm pulse summons rippling to core pact bound allies converging holo swift in layered arcane glow. Thorne materialized first manic grin betas virtual trailing amber eyes gleaming eager. "Diad heirs winds howl new harmonies scrys pulse amplification unbound packs ready deepen glory voluntary! What's the forge plan share drop amplify?" Voss pyre flared cane thump scorching virtual stone eyes blazing covetous. "Echoes pulse new crowns pyres burn eternal vengeance seeks amplification rituals share full diad no hoard!" Lira veiled ethereal third eye pulsing luminous. "Visions bloom branches evolve infinite paths harmonies whisper guide refuse tempt harmony eternal?"

My pulse thundered in my ears. He drew a deep, ragged breath, his chest rising and falling like he was holding in a storm. “I’ve searched… tried to find anyone, anything… but it disappeared centuries ago. Its name is…” He hesitated, lips parting as though speaking it aloud might summon it. “…the Lycanis Arcanum.” The words hit me like ice water. A myth? A storybook creature? Something that had no place in my life until now.

This ancient conflict, the scrolls revealed, was not merely a war for territory or power; it was a clash of ideologies, a struggle over the very essence of their magical heritage. The Lunaris, the scrolls explained, were associated with shadow and mystery, wielding magic that manipulated the darkness, the night, and the unseen energies of the world. The Solari, in contrast, were beings of light and purity, their magic drawing upon the sun’s radiant energy, focusing on healing, protection, and the balance of nature. The Obsidian Pack, they learned, was a splinter group of the Lunaris, warped and twisted by their dark magic, consumed by a lust for power that had corrupted their very essence.