Novelas y relatos de Claggor Arcane

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

I refuse to lose. I see my scales begin to ripple under my skin. I have no idea what that means. The last time it happened, it was because I was feeling intense pleasure. This time it’s because I’m feeling intense anger. I don’t want to black out, don’t want to end up not knowing what happens next, so I use what little I’ve learned so far and I pull on my elements. They all come to me easily as I make my way towards Ancalagon.

The claws were slightly luminescent, with a ghostly glow reflecting its eerie presence. But nothing happened, I thought, watching helplessly as the Stalagtor advanced ever closer. I raised my hand and unleashed my magic, which burst forth from between my fingers like a bolt of lightning. A powerful shockwave struck a boulder next to the Stalagtor. It roared and neared me. Its head was triangular and flattened, with a face partially covered by a rugged, helmet-like formation resembling a large stalagmite. Its eyes were large, multifaceted crystals emitting a dim, eerie yellow light, the only illumination in the dark cave. These eyes could swivel independently, allowing the Stalagtor to keep c

Claud, Lupa, Lycidas, and Zakaria sprang into action, their movements a blur as they attempted to counter the arbiter’s assault. Claud lunged forward, his fists igniting with flames as he aimed a powerful punch at the arbiter. The arbiter effortlessly sidestepped, countering with a backhanded strike that sent Claud crashing into the wall. Lycidas, a part warlock and part werewolf, summoned a barrage of magical projectiles, but the arbiter swatted them away as if they were mere flies. Zakaria tried to get close, her fangs bared, but the arbiter’s glowing aura repelled her, sending her sprawling across the room.

Cracks widened in the floor, red light spilling upward, the colossal presence roaring as it sensed the imbalance. Veyra joined the ritual, her pendant linking to the blood, channeling the guardians' collective power. "The Forgotten Claws offer our essence too— we're bound to the Callistos." The pendants glowed, threads of amber light weaving into the mix, stabilizing Autumn momentarily. Alina's form solidified within, her growl turning to a harmonious hum as light and shadow danced.

He let that hang as he began listing them off, each word like a forbidden door being opened: “Blood. Gravity. Time. Law. Decay. Dreams. Bone. Memory. Sound. Reality.…” He stopped in front of Thorn, then gestured vaguely around the room. “These aren’t just rare. They’re unnatural. Personal. Dangerous. And beautiful.” Then he looked up, his voice light again—but sharp beneath. “Some call them Arcane Signatures. Others call them Curses.” He turned back to the board, the shimmering sigil collapsing back into nothingness.

“Is it still following us?” Kael didn’t answer at once. His eyes glowed faintly—gold flecks burning in the dark. “No,” he said finally, voice low. “The Reaver won’t cross this ground. Too much old magic buried here. But that means we’ve traded one curse for another.” Aria straightened, rubbing at the mark on her wrist. The sigil pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat that wasn’t her own. “What kind of curse?” “Forgotten war-magic,” Kael murmured. “Graves of the fallen who refused the Covenant’s call. They burned this road centuries ago to keep what they feared buried.”

Before the Legion came to attack the north, Stone Glacier had been the home of the Aragon Family … the home of the frost dragons as well. It was once the wealthiest … most powerful city among all places in Glacia, as the mountains in its territory were rich in gemstones, sold at expensive prices for the making of arcane runes and jewels; rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and more. But it all came into ruins as the demons came out from the portal far north and brought chaos to the lands of Glacia.

Lilith seemed satisfied that we understood, and so turned to face what I assumed was the portal. “The barrier will come down quickly, and once it does, the hunters will know of your presence, you won’t have long until you will be outnumbered.” Lilith gave me a withered look over her shoulder. Pulling out the blood-soaked dagger from her cloak, she held it over her head, she spoke in a ancient language, one that I did not understand. She moved the dagger down in a fluid motion, as if she were cutting into the wards that were keeping me apart from Avalon.

His voice was a little hesitant but he agreed "I promise. Tell me what do you want." "Alright now listen to me carefully, there is a vampire that knows who Cameron is and only knows that he wants me and why but this person has no idea about my past so he had been really annoying and pestering me to go back to my world and become stronger. The biggest problem is no matter how much I try I can't escape him because he can trace my scent." I stopped for a while to put my thoughts in words but he had already understood my intentions as he said "You want the sacred potion to remove all your traces and so that not even your scent will be left behind."