End Arcanimus Novels & Stories

Archer Pov: I turned back to see one of the eldest holding my hand, and I yanked his hand away. “Why is he here?” I wondered within myself. “Archer, as the upcoming leader of the pack, you don’t need to behave this way to your park members no matter what they have done to you,” Eldest Remus said, gazing at me.

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

$$\Phi_{Total} = \sum_{i=1}^{n} \left( \psi_{Human\_i} \otimes \psi_{Mimic\_i} \right) \cdot \cos(\theta_{sync})$$ Where $\theta_{sync}$ is the phase-alignment of their shared intent. If even one group faltered—if the humans succumbed to fear or the Mimics to cold logic—the shield would shatter. The Ritual of the Anchor Aris, the Mimic leader, stepped forward and linked hands with Lucian. It was the first time an "Original" and an "Accelerant" had shared a direct neural bridge. "I will provide the timing," Aris said, his eyes glowing. "But you, Lucian... you must provide the Will."

Nobody understood what happened, an unknown fear crept, they all halted their attacks. Archie's soul trembled when he saw the armored man running towards the beast's body now. "Stop him!‌" Archie yelled like a madman, "Stop, you fucker!‌ If you touch that beast, I will hunt you down and I will slaughter you." Archie activated his chakra, his eyes and his body blazing in saffron. He pulled another arrow and launched at him. A‌ mild zappy sound was heard again before the deadly arrow pierced through Creed's head. Archie soon realized that Manticore's body had also vanished. Soon, the armored man's headless body also faded away.

Pursuing the elusive Black Maple Master, Alexander sensed something amiss in the trail he followed. In the heart of Foggy Marsh, near an ancient tree, the ground erupted. A gaunt figure burst forth, radiating an aura of immense power. "Ha! With Corporeal Extremes, I've triumphed again, staving off my affliction for years to come," declared Arcan, the Arcanus Master, his laughter echoing as he reveled in his newfound vitality. To the uninformed observer, it might seem like he had ascended to the celestial heights of the Empyrean realm.

“Then we shield.” Lucien arrived with scrolls tucked under his arm, his eyes wide with unease. “The archives are echoing,” he said. “Runes are repeating themselves.” Aria frowned. “That’s not memory.” Lucien nodded. “It’s mimicry.” Kaelion stepped forward. “Then we need a ritual that doesn’t just seal.” Aria’s voice was steady. “We need one that watches back.”

"And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history." The silence was complete. Aurel's spoon stopped. She is here. Relief exploded in his chest — sharp, painful, unwelcome. He had spent months burying hope beneath runes and formulas. Had calculated odds, weighed costs, built contingency upon contingency. The operation had required nearly crippling resources. The scope of power involved had been unprecedented. And now — proof. The room erupted in fear and argument. "She's alive?" "A monster." "An omen." "A miracle."

Nevan hissed, his hand gripping the edge of the console until the metal groaned. "It doesn't kill you," Aris said, a ghastly smile touching his lips. "That would be too kind. The Icarus Strain is a de-compiler. It targets the parts of your DNA that allow you to interface with the Sovereign. It burns through the violet-coding, turning your nervous system into a forest of scarred nerves. You’ll live, Gianna Lane. But you’ll be a prisoner in a body that can no longer hear the stars. And the child..." Aris let out a wheezing laugh. "A god-mind in a brain that can no longer process data? He’ll go mad before he can even speak his own name. His mind will expand, but his flesh will rot."

And the others—Rhazkar burning like a sun, Nylora flowing like living water, Thrym crackling with storm energy, Myrien towering like an ancient tree—they surround the city in a perfect circle. The fragments have come. And at the center of their formation, directly above our sanctuary, space ripples and tears. Arkenox emerges in his true form—not the projection we met below the Core Sea, but his actual divine presence. He's vast and impossible, containing contradictions that make my eyes water to look at. Light and dark. Solid and ethereal. Beginning and ending. When he speaks, every being in the Opal Citadel hears him: "THE TIME HAS COME. THE CONVERGENCE STANDS READY. THE TRIALS ARE COMPLETE

Like a ghost, it annihilated all the eight beasts in one swoop, and not a single one of them survived. The power of a Divine Emperor-level phoenix was truly terrifying, and it left Andrius stunned. “How was that?” The phoenix circled back and asked proudly. “Thank you for saving me. How may I address you?” Andrius asked sincerely. “I’m Alaric Phoenix. Since you are my kin, you can call me Alaric.” Alaric Phoenix… was an imposing name. Andrius nodded and said, “Thank you, Alaric.” “Mm...” Alaric then pointed to the eight corpses of the fiends. “These creatures will be of great benefit to you. Consider them my gift to you.”