Ekko Fanart Arcane Novels & Stories

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!?

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE ⁠* * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King

The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out. "Risthor tiem uhlanor yreit." These miniscule droplets, converged into a long arm-length spiral lake, twisting and circling the white floating rocks, slowly seeping into them, soaking the crystals in deep blackness. These were what Ekron called: The Shards Of Darkness. His darkness. Another snap from his fingers, forced each shard to appear in front of a lord, a supposed demigod he had summon, and so did a key: brilliantly shimmering, fighting off the dark progeny from the shards beside it.

Her fingers traced intricate patterns in the air, drawing the spell's power around her like an invisible cloak. As the spell took hold, Katya felt herself being pulled into Arthur's mind, the world around her dissolving into a swirl of colors and memories. She sifted through the layers of his consciousness, past recent events, deeper into the recesses of his past. The memories were fragmented, obscured by the magic that had been woven into his mind.

Still, its owner put up one final struggle to hold on to the dream - his pair of juicy pink lips quivered, releasing a whimpering, pleading meowl, as if he were a pitiful little kitten bullied by his owner until it had no choice but to beg for mercy. Yet, ironically, it was exactly this one soft sound that made everything come crashing down, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. 💠 Author Note 💠 As this arc is nearing its end, I’ve started to brainstorm the next arc. As for what arc the next arc will be… dun, dun, dun! You guys have chosen the anima arc: Noah arrives into a magical world of animal lovers, where every person is accompanied by the manifestation of their soul – an anima

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?"

He takes the metal plate meant for his clock and places it in his pocket before opening the compartment. Inside the chest is a knife that is holster. The holder itself is made from black leather that has the words inscribed on the spine: “Leon.” Troy grabs the encased weapon. This isn’t the first time he has tried this and it sure isn’t going to be the last time. Troy walks over to the middle of the room and slides the rug aside. The wooden floor is marked with conduits carved in by a knife. Though these countless catalysts that are carved in have giant crosses in them which signified that these are ultimately failed attempts of the spell. The boy sits down at one of the edges of the canvas