End Arcanimus Romane & Geschichten

After the lecture ended I was about to leave the classroom when that same boy stopped in front of me. "Hey, I am Maverick and you are?" he said forwarding his hand. I looked at him with a small smile not trying to come out as rude and shook his hand "I'm Arabella," I said and he nodded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you." He flirted and I just smiled again. God, I didn't like him. "Thanks. Now I should leave for my next lecture." I said trying to get him off my back. "Yeah sure. What lecture do you have next?" He inquired and I looked at him like he was dumb. Wasn't he getting the hint.

***** MATHIAS Though shrouded in darkness, I felt the agonizing pain of my beast. His fear, his anger, his confusion, his sadness. The dark gave way, and I found myself staring at my beast within, my spirit animal Arcas. He looks at me with despair, turning his back and sauntering off with little gumption as if defeated. “Arcas?” I called out to him, questioning what I was not understanding. My brows furrow when he doesn’t respond, not understanding his lack of communication. Suddenly the darkness begins to swirl, my body trembles as the blackness turns into a vast sky with stars and comes rushing upon me.

The death of Luna Light, the escalating tensions with the Rogues, and the mysterious threats that seemed to circle ever closer to his family were all pieces of a puzzle he was struggling to put together. The door to his office swung open, breaking the silence. Damon walked in, his expression grim, followed by Arnette, a newcomer who had quickly made a name for himself as a skilled informant and computer genius. Lucifer glanced up, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the serious looks on their faces. He straightened in his chair, sensing that whatever news they brought would not be trivial. "Damon," Lucifer greeted, his voice a deep rumble. "Arnette. What have you got for me?"

"So you have a surname that sounds like a human too, that's cool!" Does he think that I really only live in the mountains? Arcanum is also a city but a city of shapeshifters. He kept talking to me even though I wasn't responding to what he was saying. I went back and forth jumping over boulders to keep my cloak from getting wet. I can jump higher than him and he can't imitate it since he's only human so he gets down in the water and swims across. That's makes me smirk and murmur, "What a pity butthole."

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?

The creature stepped forward, and from its mouth came not a growl—but words. “You… disruptor of the flow. Heir to Lyaria’s blood.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s your name?” The creature paused, then slowly shifted. From the monstrous wolf into a tall man covered in scars. His hair was ash-gray, and one eye pitch-black like the Umbra sky. “I… am Arken. Alpha of Hollowspire. Sacrificed. Forgotten. Resurrected.” Zehra narrowed her gaze. “You should be dead.” “But they gave me new form. I live by the curse… and now I am their mouth.”

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

"Anji, end it. Secure the anchor." Anji looked down, his obsidian eyes burning with an artificial fever. He surged forward, pushing the friction until both their breaths stopped in unison. A massive, echoing jolt rocked his spine, and he felt his energy surge into Arga—the Essence acting as a catalyst for complete, psychological tethering. Arga stiffened, a silent, hollowed-out cry escaping his chest, and then, as quickly as it had begun, he sagged against the desk.

a voice boomed, vibrating directly into Elara’s mind. A towering figure stepped forward. It was a humanoid shape, but its skin was a moving map of Tessellated-Code (patterns of data that fit together like tiles). It was the High-Archivist, the leader of the Precursor faction that had accepted Elara's "Mortality Infection."