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."

--- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master UPCOMING TITLE: Eliminate The Emperor's Crown

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.

A simple but cunning method to draw attention away from their warehouse. The vision of the sprites was a wild blurry state, akin to looking through a stained glass window. Movement was evident by the dancing flame like tendrils that protruded from the moving figures. Even through reduced state she witnessed through the sprites, she could still make up the form of her Kolysian enemy. The skeletal shamble of the machine men, the hunched gait of their autogolems and confident stride of the Kolysians themselves. She focused a bit more of her tether on the sprite on East street, attempting to tie the bond of the arcane eye to the machine’s vision. Straining through, her attempt had bore fruit. So

I need to do something that will provoke Alpha Archer and I need to do it very fast! For now, I will concentrate on how to get the elders on my side, if I have their support and approval it will be very easy to defeat him!! Also, I cannot rely on Ryker to get to the alpha position, he has already failed twice and has blown up the easiest opportunity we had to get the power we deserve!! For now, I'll just allow him to clean up after me, he won't be involved in the major plans anymore!! He'll just mess it up, he's just a clumsy and lousy pup and I need to find a way to get rid of him sooner but I have to wait a little bit more!!

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.

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.