End Arcanimus Novels & Stories

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.

Arc just waved her off “Mother, please listen. Erebus is out of control. He is illegally turning humans into vampires and creating an army to kill you and take your crystal heart. If we don’t stop him now he will succeed. I have sources that located his hide out. If we surprise attack him tonig--” Arc abruptly stopped talking when Celeste stood. Her calm was long gone and lightning bolts shot through her eyes. She was mad

"I'm sorry, Chancellor. The serum cannot be stabilised without what I asked for." Dawson felt a cold line crawl down his spine. He suppressed a curse. "Do you realise what you're asking of me?" His voice dropped to a hiss. "Yes, Chancellor." Dr West's reply was clinical. "But I'm afraid that without live tissue and bone marrow samples from the first Lycans, our Hunters won't stand a chance against them." Dawson pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, mapping possibilities like a man running a marathon in his head. Abduct an Alpha, but not just any Alpha—Alpha Orion of the North.

The digital realm of the Ark-Devourer was a sensory deprivation chamber built of infinite, blinding white light and cascading streams of violet data. In the center of this sterile infinity, the Prime Architect sat on a throne of woven fiber-optics, his hollow eyes locking onto Scarlett. "A soul projection," the Architect’s voice echoed, devoid of inflection but heavy with ancient arrogance. "A crude, outdated algorithm. You think you can infect my mainframe with spiritual superstition, Anomaly?"

She crawled toward him, her hands trembling, and as she touched his face, the golden glow in his eyes finally extinguished for good. He was still breathing, but the silence that followed the collapse was heavy with an ominous, looming dread. The Archon had been pushed back, but the link hadn't been severed—it had been fused. And as she looked at her own reflection in a shard of glass on the ground, she saw that her eyes were no longer human. They were permanently, and undeniably, etched with the green code of the Archive.

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.

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.

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,

Chase and I exchange wary glances. “He was never meant to be the true Alpha. His brother was, before he murdered him and cold blood, and still feels no remorse. I can tell, I can sense it, and through me, you can too. Help me keep him away, at least until I can find a Gaze Reader who is willing to get him out of my head,” Chase says firmly. It seems just his tone alone seems to shock the Gaze Reader into submission. She gets up from the cushions she was sitting on, walking over to a makeshift shelves, sifting through bottles and jars filled with questionable ingredients. I watch her carefully, waiting for her to cast some spell of bad luck onto us before shooting us away.