Demacia Arcane Novels & Stories

Amaris took Amethyst hand as she took Dailon's hand. Once everyone was holding a hand, Dailon spoke up. "What now?" "We summon our libraries, close your eyes and think about it, once you've got the imagine whisper Cicilune cumoratus apperiaous, it's Pnevum my ancient language, it's quite handy for summoning a lot of things," Marcella told them. They all closed their eyes thinking about their secret libraries, "Cicilune cumoratus apperiaous." They all whispered at the same time, gasps of shocked escaped them as they felt a whip of dark magic coming from Adrian.

Just as Lucifer was going to kill the evil man, Max shouted. Hearing Max's voice, Lucifer immediately cancelled his attack and activated "ARCANE SHIELD" as a barrage of attack's came from the snake. Arcane Shield (Rare) (Defensive Spell) Lvl.2 (can be maxed at Lvl.5) DETAILS: Increases DEF by 35% and MANA regeneration increases by 20%,can't shield you against angry Aunties though…. He heh..."TIME FOR YOUR DOOM" said the nuisance of evil as he prepared to use "TRIGONAL FLAME"...

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

When the elves managed to erect the barriers around each village, the demons gave up and all major battles stopped, gradually calming things down. “Maybe when you return and master the mind pillar just like me, you could lead us into reclaiming Lycori. I cannot imagine the terrifying tactics your crazy mind could produce.” “Seeing you perform that spell up close, it would be a miracle if I ever managed to do that.” “If you just practice what I taught you every day, you will have no problem at all.” I hate to disappoint you, but I do not plan to return here ever. I know she meant that as a compliment, but it pains me that she would consider me some kind of maniac apt for warfare.

Azael looks at me askance. -A lady who sometimes comes to clean, has been taking care of me since I was little. - Suddenly I want to know more about Azael's life, but knowing how little he likes me to ask him things, I decide to shut up. Meanwhile, he opens and closes cabinets until he takes out a jar with macaroni in it and another with tomato. - Macaroni? - Mmm ...- I say, starting to starve- I love macaroni -Azael puts them on the counter and approaches me with a seductive face. I, however, back away.

If she was chosen to become the next Holy Maiden, they would go against the Church of Larin–which was a powerhouse that even the Magic Tower did not dare to cross with. "You're right." The Second Prince said, "The Pope must not meet Minerva de Ivrea." In the Larin Continent, four powerhouses exist–the Magic Tower, the Church of Larin, The Swordmasters' Guild, and the faction of the Saint Archmages. The Magic Tower was where the magicians around the continent gathered while the Church of Larin were those who served under the Goddess Larin.

The Lunarch turned his gaze on her, sharp as a blade. “We are the Church of Arcadia Prime. We do not bow to vampire kings or their pet abominations. The law is the law. Necromancy is an abomination before the Light.” Veyra was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was measured, but there was a crack in her usual certainty. “And yet… she spoke truth at the table. The Demonkin threat is real. We have lost entire border villages. The rifts are spreading. If we continue our purges while hell itself opens at our doorstep…”

She knows what has happened, even before she sees the look in Demika’s eyes, the darkness that now shadows her granddaughter’s soul. “Demika,” she says softly, her voice trembling with the weight of her sorrow. “What have you done?” Demika turns to face her, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a chill down Granny Minama’s spine. The girl’s eyes are no longer her own; they are filled with a darkness that Granny Minama recognizes all too well. “I did what I had to,” Demika replies, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. “I am the last of the Wicca bloodline. I cannot afford to be weak.”

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.