Claggor Arcane Novels & Stories

He struggled, screaming in agony, but it was useless. The sound of chewing followed. The smell of blood hit me all at once. Just like that… my dad was gone. "Ah! My son!" Grandma rushed forward, trying to drag him away. The creature's claws sliced across her scalp like blades, tearing it open and exposing white bone. Then it turned its head toward me. Slowly. It reached out. Coming closer. "Run!" Alaric shoved me aside. He charged forward without hesitation. With a flick of his hand, an arcane seal etched with symbols shot toward the creature.

"But you're twenty now, the age of the Awakening, and if you're what we think you are, if your mother lied about who your real father was..." "She didn't lie!" "Then why did Alaric leave a clause in his will saying you had to be claimed by one of us to keep the Blackwood fortune from being seized by the High Pack?" Rodger straightened up and met my eyes in the mirror, his expression serious for once. "He meant a mating bond, Rhea, or at least the closest thing we can get to one."

Strategic combat familiar, 50% Physical immunity and 60% spell immunity, 60% evasion rate, Unique skill- 100% immunity to wind and lightning attacks. Lord Pregucia>> CloudBurst 'S Class' [ Gigantic Black Frilled Lizard appearance. Produce black clouds around him and 'rides' it, air mobility only with high agility. Rare S class type. Climate manipulation, strategic combat familiar. 90% physical Immunity and 70% spell immunity, 70% evasion rate. Unique skill- Any target that comes into contact with any 'cloud' in its range gets struck by infinite lightning.]

Meena quipped back to me. As we were debating on what are we going to do. Marcellus opened his eyes and started to snarl, roar and contort again. Tendrils of black magic were flaying, flashing and meandering through his body as he thrashed, screamed and roared “Sanguine” and “abyss” repeatedly. “Sanguineabyss is the fifth subrealm of Wengarthria, Aralyn”, Meena told me.

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

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!!!

The Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was the most dreaded manifestation among arcane seekers. Even an Arcane High Priest wouldn't dare take it lightly. Once someone entered the manifestation, it would shift according to the conjurer's will, and escape was only possible by breaking it from within. Such an ancient manifestation was beyond anyone's knowledge, except for those few from the Dracotigris Order, Suncrest Sect, and Greenshade Guild who were just as old and close to death as Tobias was.

The Dark Messenger landed on the ground, making a yanking gesture as the black palm pulled Wilbur toward the Dark Messenger. The Dark Messenger gritted his teeth as he stared at Wilbur. "You're not getting away this time! I'm going to kill you this very instant!" "Wait!" Wilbur held back the tremendous pain pulsing through his body as he said, "Honorable Dark Messenger, do you know what an arcane formation is?" "An arcane formation? Why would a lower dimension cultivator like you know about arcane formations? What do you have to do with them?" "The sixth dragon cauldron fragment is hidden in an arcane formation, and it's right here. Would you like to enter it, Honorable Dark Messenger?"

Arcane sigils, once steadfast in their defense, flickered and faltered like dying stars. I could feel the labyrinth's agony, its ancient magic straining to hold back the destructive force. The air was thick with an oppressive energy, and the very ground quaked beneath my feet. It was a surreal and terrifying sight. Walls that had stood for centuries crumbled like sandcastles before the tide. The labyrinth's inner sanctum, which had concealed its secrets from all who sought them, was now laid bare, exposed to the chaos that threatened to consume it. As Dorian continued to channel his relentless power, the labyrinth responded with a cacophony of protest. Unearthly groans reverberated through t