Ekko Fanart Arcane Novels & Stories

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Everything still depended on how well his body recovered, which meant there could be complications. A hope as uncertain as this one was always closely followed by irrational fear. He couldn't shake the thought that it might all slip through his fingers if he weren't careful. Suddenly, Kaldor tossed him an old, yellowed book. Three bold, flowing words were written across the cover—Black Arcane Arts. "Sir, what is this?" Zeke asked, stunned. Kaldor replied coolly, "A method to help you survive the second phase."

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 glanced at Archer who was staring at her, I knew he wanted to touch her but he didn’t want to do that because she was our enemy’s daughter, and he didn’t want Celesta to know about this. “Hey, how dare you? Do you know who I am? Wait… I haven’t seen you girls before, are you from our pack?” She asked, staring at them. “We…” “Celesta, it’s okay. Must you know everyone from our pack” I said, interrupting the girl called Finn. She scoffed. “I don’t believe you, if they are really from our pack how come I don’t know them” She said and moved away, she stood in front of Hola, staring at her.

Stace simply rolls his eyes, shaking his head at me as Arkyn collapses into a seat next to Kalder. No one had to say he was a Noble. I can already tell. He has a far more casual vibe to him, his deep grey coat loose on his shoulder, white button-down underneath rumpled, a few buttons undone revealing the strong planes of his upper chest. His most distracting feature finds my attention first, being two silver lines, quite thin, etched into his skin from his temples down his cheekbones, stopping right before his nose. Stace nudges my side with his elbow. "Arkyn can create illusions. That's his power."

Heinrich furrowed his brows deeply. Answering Heinrich's question, Ezekiel slowly gathered all the stored within him and took it out all at once, enveloping his body like an iron armour. His transformation surprised not only Heinrich but also Ethan. That was... , the highest difficulty technique of . “Go and cast your spell, Archmage. I will hold him with this.” Heinrich and Ezekiel stared at each other for a moment, then nodded to each other.

It felt like even the rain got lighter wherever he walked. As his black boots stepped through, the bloody water gradually cleared. He looked elegant and handsome. "There's a saying in the arcane world that people born in Hollowground could easily become dark practitioners. Animals turn into demons even more easily. "So, before they transformed into demons, arcane seekers from various sects would come to pick their mounts in advance. For example, there are creatures like Skyfeathers or Shellwards. "But most of the time, the spirit energy from animals like Scantelopes and Spiritdeer is better suited for boosting their arcane powers. So they have villagers select offerings and hand them over to

And a man stands before an arcane storm. A man with silver hair. Eyes like dying stars. A smile like a blade. The architect—alive, human, and crowned. Kael’s voice pierced her mind from somewhere distant. “Alessia! ALESSIA!” She couldn’t answer. The vision swallowed her. She saw the architect reaching toward the sky—pulling luminousness into his palm. The city trembled. The storm cracked. And Arcana fell. Not destroyed by war. Not swallowed by sea.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

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!?