End Arcanimus Novels & Stories

"You think you’re holding the kill-switch, but you’re just holding the remote to a bomb you don’t understand. This isn't a facility; it’s a circuit, and you’ve just invited the surge." The man who wore Silas’s face,the man who held the Archon’s cold, calculating spirit,dropped his hands, his head lolling to the side before snapping back up. His gaze locked onto Miller with a look of profound, ancient disdain. "You are a mid-level functionary, Miller, a glorified janitor, do you really think I didn't plan for your inevitable betrayal? I am the Archive, I am the ledger, and I am the end of your pathetic, linear existence." The Archon’s voice boomed, but it was thinner now, weaker, as if Silas’

He had no words, only questions circling his mind. The steady beep of the monitor pulled every gaze to Damien. His eyes opened. "Alpha Damien!" Michael exclaimed, easing Eve back on her feet. Damien sat up slowly, his gaze sweeping the room before fixing on the figure on the floor. "Analica," he breathed, his voice low with concern. "What happened to her?" Collins stepped forward. "Alpha Damien Dakota, I am Archmage Collins Arkmis, a wizard. Analica exhausted herself undoing the spell she cast on you. She will recover in a day or two."

he murmured. Arachne stepped forward, her voice commanding. "Cida, you’ve lost control. Call it off before it’s too late." He shook his head. "We've come too far. The Convergence must proceed." But even as he spoke, the ritual began to unravel. The runes flickered and dimmed, the fissure in the ground widening. "Derek!" I shouted, desperate to reach him. His eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, a silent plea shining through the golden glow. Then, with a final burst of energy, he threw Simon back into the light.

Seraphina moved to shield her, slashing at the creature’s claws. The fight raged on, each strike of the group chipping away at the guardian’s strength. Finally, Marcus spotted a weak point near its neck. "There!" he shouted, loosing an arrow that pierced the spot with precision. The creature let out a final, earsplitting roar before collapsing in a heap. A burst of light erupted from its body, scattering the surrounding shadows and revealing a hidden passageway. Lucas wiped sweat from his brow, his chest heaving. "Everyone okay?"

“You said there were three threats to the Dark Mage during the war—the Amadeus wolves, the Castellanos Priest, and one more…” I trail off, looking at her expectantly. Eleanor doesn’t answer. “The Primarch Arcana,” Dominicus finishes for her. “The strongest of all light witches.” “Yes,” I say, excitement flaring. “If we can find her, we’ll be ready. That’s all we need.” My hope blooms into something fierce and determined. “We find her,” I say. “And we fight.” I stare at Eleanor in growing excitement, expecting her to nod in agreement. To maybe give us some direction. A name. A place.

Trusting her instincts, she reached out and grasped his hand, feeling a surge of energy flow between them. With a flash of light, the battlefield transformed, transporting them to a realm where time seemed to stand still. The figure, now revealed as an ancient being known as Arion, smiled gently at Amelia. "Amelia, the power of the Orb can indeed restore Lucius's lost love," Arion spoke, his voice carrying a weight of ancient wisdom. "But it can also restore balance to the realms and bring about the harmony that has been long sought after."

The journey is long enough, and it gives Aranjo time to think about the Emperor, the Archer God. "Are you witnessing all this? Do you enjoy it and want to fuck me? One thing is for sure, we will do it when I return to the celestial realm and I will make you prostrate asking to be satisfied!" mumbled Aranjo, addressed to the Emperor of the celestial realm. The Archer God who was always watching Aranjo through the portal mirror, felt something tickling. The taste that had been so long gone had never even approached him, even God Archer was sure that the taste was already destroyed.

*** "W-w-welcome, new s-students of Arc-and... ARCANUS! It is an h-honor to meet this year's batch of aspiring m-mages…" A collection of disappointed sighs and yawns could be heard across the large hall. Mariana, meanwhile, was listening intently to every word and stutter that the speaker said. She even had her hands clutched together as if she was praying. An assembly was being held currently inside a large hall next to the Arena. The speaker introduced herself as Archmage Oceana Clearwater. She was wearing a long white coat that almost reached the floor over a black dress and black pants. She also wore a pair of round spectacles over dark baggy eyes and her long light blue hair almost reac

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I offer, as if I stand a chance of coming up with another idea. She looks grim. “Please leave.” “I’m not leaving,” I tell her firmly. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to have to use magic. I don’t want to have to do that, when I need my strength for this spell,” she says calmly, although there is a storm in her eyes that is behind turbulent. I don’t want to end up like Chase, so I get up, pushing through the curtains into the outside world. I’m angry. Some innocent person is going to have their life ended because of this mess? Ren doesn’t deserve to live anymore, but it’s his original body. But Chase doesn’t have another body to go to. His one died years ago when his mother tried to