End Arcanimus Novels & Stories

“Like I said, you know little of everything. This world is a nest for mystery. No matter how you look at it, no matter how you dress it with your so-called advancement, you’ll bring along with you a newly developed supernatural being. You’re not the only one advancing.” Migi tried to open his lips, but thoughts got lost in his tongue. He wanted so much to digest whatever he was blubbering, but they just seem to stay afloat in his consciousness. He couldn’t even hope to grapple one of them. He’d been brought out of reverie when the man’s echoing voice sang in his ears. It brought a different wave of rhythm, more sinister but, at the same time, soothing to the heart. “See you again, Migi. For

His gaze darkened as he looks into my eyes, as if he has done it a thousand times before. "Zanicus," he said, standing up. My heart thudded viciously in my chest as I scan him from head to toe. Zanicus Draco. Leader of the elders in the werewolf council. Apparently, last I heard he wanted me dead. He had declared it among all the packs and had sent out a whole search party to find me. Now that he has found me, no doubt he will have my head. But I won’t go down so easily. Not without a fight.

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.

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

Arch Garaman sighed, “We are losing so many lives already because of this spreading magic, lives of brave and honorable warriors of your country. We can’t afford to let any more of them die.” “Will you let us help, then?” Lucas asked. “Before I give my answer, I can sense there’s more you want to tell me,” the Archmage said. “Let us hear them now.” Lucas let out a huge breath. “Of course, we have yet to discuss what we’ll get in return. You’re aware of how negotiation works, are you not, Archmage?” “I’m listening.” “I have not forgotten it was the Archmages from Galadhor who injected a kind of anti-alar inside my chest… and I’m expecting you knew what it is and how to remove it—”

He just gave her reassurance while blinking his eyes. After a few seconds, they stood up. The older-looking guy stepped forward and greeted Charlotte. “Hey! I am Nicholas.” “Charlotte.” She said while looking into his deep grey eyes. The next thing she hears is Azraiel clearing his throat. “You are Azraiel Michaelson, the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack.” Nicholas speaks with a straight face. Azraiel nods and Charlotte can see how much this guy is bothering him. “We have a lot to talk.” Azraiel says to Nicholas.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

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!?

Ines joined via holo-feed, face pale blue in the flickering light. “Ready when you are. Encryption pattern’s Corsair signature—but modified. The signature keeps rewriting itself.” “Do it,” Liora said. Ines hit the command. The screen blinked twice, then resolved into black text on white, simple and surgical: Liora Varian. The throne you killed was only a decoy. The true Ark waits beneath the city. The one above was the mirror. You have seven days. Then the God you silenced will wake. Bram’s voice cracked over the comm. “That’s impossible. The relay was orbital—everything linked through the Corsair hub.”