Demacia Arcane Novels & Stories

She signed and said it is only a person who has seen many deaths that can tell you the location of the wind. Strange woman, indeed she was but she opened up with time and shared her story. My name is Morgana and my parents are half witches and vampires, we all lived in a small town where Amelia found her mate(werewolf). We never met him or knew of his pack because he was so mysterious one day he carried Amelia and we never saw her again.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

“You said there were three threats to the Dark Mage during the war—the Amadeus wolves, the Castellanos Priest, and one more…” I trail off, looking at her expectantly. Eleanor doesn’t answer. “The Primarch Arcana,” Dominicus finishes for her. “The strongest of all light witches.” “Yes,” I say, excitement flaring. “If we can find her, we’ll be ready. That’s all we need.” My hope blooms into something fierce and determined. “We find her,” I say. “And we fight.” I stare at Eleanor in growing excitement, expecting her to nod in agreement. To maybe give us some direction. A name. A place.

Xavier was sitting at his desk, doing his paperwork before standing up once more *An energy of black magic is approaching our mate* Demian spoke, and started trying to take control madly, and it was only a few minutes ago and Arcos intervened as well Without listening to any more nonsense, he used his vampire speed, teleporting to the place where that black energy was located. Meanwhile, Mario had approached Astraea, who was turning her back on him, looking at the woods absentmindedly at Emala. Before his hand grabbed her shoulder, he felt a great force pulling him back, and in the blink of an eye he was hiding behind her.

With a wave of her hand, an emerald scroll appeared before everyone. The scroll unfolded, revealing a flood of information. The elders focused and watched quietly. After a while, Kayne remarked, “I didn’t expect there to be so many remnants of the daemonic god even after the Holy War.” “Yes, and I suspect that there might even be remnants within Purecastle itself; we just haven’t discovered them yet,” Darcie said, closing the scroll. Floyd pondered for a moment before replying, “That is quite possible. Whether it’s the daemonic god’s broken seal or other matters within the faction, it would be difficult to achieve without spies. The urgent task now is to find the remnants of the daemonic god

Ruben said with a tinge of menace. Kat saw Darius’s eyes go wide then narrow as his jaw clenched. “What do you need us to do, my Lord?” Darius asked as Magnus looked at him strangely. Kat frowned, just how much power does Ruben wield in this city? “I need a doorway opened to the Demon Realm and a summoning spell for Lord Basille.” “What!?” Magnus stood up, slamming his hand down on the table. “No way! That’s a Ninth Level Demon!” Darius grimaced. “Sit down, Magus.” He ordered, finally showing who was actually in charge between them.

It's not poison, it's magic. Atara looked at her closely. - Tell me what you see, girl. "It looks like black smoke or steam coming out of a keg," Deamara began to explain. “I saw something similar next to Larana. - Sorcery of the dark god, - Aznar disgustedly set aside the cup. “Looks like we’ll have to visit this merchant,” Bery remarked gloomily, “We’ll find out with what prayers he prepares his goods. -Too late.

He seemed to like me at first but then became short with words and withdrawn from the conversation when he learnt that I was still waiting for my wolf. I’m craving Micah’s company, but I know I must practise spells before seeing him. I place the book of spells and a candle on the ground. I light the candle and hover my hands on either side of the candle, ‘Dimulous,’ I say. The candle casually flickers but stays alight. I repeat the word many times, flicking my hands towards the candle, even standing and spinning myself at the candle. The gust of air I made from twirling towards it wouldn’t even extinguish the flame.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.