Ekko Arcane Novels & Stories

"Zane. Do you know of Daekan?" I swallowed hard against the dry lump in my throat, my fingers nervously twisting the excess fabric of Ronan's massive shirt around my knuckles. The material was soft from years of wear, and focusing on that small detail helped ground me, gave me something tangible to hold onto when everything else felt like it was slipping away. "I... yes. I know he's the ancient entity. The god of the first pack."

“It doesn’t matter.” I blink, caught off guard by his calm tone. “What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t matter’? We’re still missing crucial information.” Arkyn crosses his arms, a grim smile tugging at his lips. “Creed’s sending his witch, Nova. She’s already on her way. She’s dealt with this coven before and has some information that’s going to work in our favor.”

If I let it out again then it would probably kill the first person she saw. "What's that supposed to mean?" Angelica was genuinely fearful now. This was the first time I had seen her so scared of something. She was usually so in control of the situation and, much like her father, there wasn't a single thing which scared her. "My name is Ellie Pierce. My pack was Night Claw. My father was the Alpha and guess what?" I paused for a moment as I glared at her with an evil smirk covering my face as the realization of who I actually was finally hit her. "My brother told my father he didn't want to be the Alpha and the title fell to me. Surprise!"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Can he perform magic.I mean the hypnosis on Lucas?"I glance at Hercules. "I can't but I know someone from Kihomara who performs magical rituals. The high warlock of Kihomara.He can help us."Hercules answers. "You sure I mean someone from the arch enemies of werewolves.The epic war between Prince Ekon and the werewolves is well known to every supernatural creature."Chase again interrogates him.Traces of distrust is clearly evident in his demeanor .

Lucia does not know about Arkad's secret ability, in situations like these, it becomes his trump card. As Arkad continues to take damage from Lucia's attacks, he starts to feel the magical energy in his body increase. Arkad is one of the few who are not born with the ability to harness magical energy. However, thanks to the contract he made with his magical beast, it gave him the ability to convert physical damage into magical energy.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

There are no less than ten thousand of them in the Thorium Realm. "Right away," With that, she disappeared. Since the issue with Verra, they have worked on not relying on the Ecko's for communication so they do not end up feeling helpless should they lose it. More than that, every mage has a second Ecko which had resigned to be several times smaller and hid inside the ear canal. This one cannot be taken away by anyone who has no idea such a thing existed.

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

"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."

Their magic is so much more potent than mine. "I know your names,” I mumble, folding my arms over my chest. Arkyn is far more imposing than Ellard. His eyes are a vivid dark blue, that seem to have no problem scrutinising me. Along his cheek bones, are thin silver lines, which I’ve heard turn black when he is using his magic. "We wanted to talk to you about a man named Keo,” he says, turning my blood cold. "What about him?" Ellard’s golden gaze is soft, non-accusatory. "Do you know him personally?"