End Arcanimus Novels & Stories

Callisto hopped down, taking the opportunity to snatch up the serpent and return it to the sack. ‘Why isn’t he screaming?’ Arcas growled. ‘He should be pissing his robes with terror.’ ‘Erm, he did piss himself.’ Cyparissus eased off while his twin brother flipped the young boy onto his back. What greeted the siblings had them stunned into silence. Nyctimus had a single streak of blood coming from his nose, a stark contrast to his pale skin and blue lips. His chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot and empty, staring into nothingness.

"Which means the cell door isn't just open... it’s split between two different jurisdiction zones." "Yes," Elena growled quietly, her fingers gripping the edge of the ancient ledger until the brittle paper groaned. "Alaric doesn't want Marcus as a host because his body is a biological anomaly full of structural rot. He wants him dead on the slate because he needs to manually extract the contamination to clear the lineage. He needs to empty the prison before he can use the clean slate." Deep in the archive vault, the stone floor suddenly gave a sharp shudder. The candle on the table flickered and died, leaving the room illuminated only by the faint, radiant violet glow traveling down the ston

“Binding Chaos, freeing Echo—you’ve woven a delicate thread. But the tapestry is mine.” Jessica’s spark flared, weak but defiant. “Who are you? What do you want?” The woman lowered her hood, revealing a face that was both ageless and ancient, her eyes twin pools of crimson light. Her features were sharp, almost predatory, but there was a flicker of something familiar—a shadow of her mother’s gentleness, twisted into something cruel. “I am Arachne,” she said. “The True Weaver. Your father sought to control the nexus, but he was a child playing with fire. I am the flame.”

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

**Artemis P.O.V.** I woke up to something heavy weighing me down. When my eyes opened there was a large black wolf with its head on my stomach. I wiggled uncomfortably as my body felt stiff. I winced a little as a pain in my ribs reared its ugly head to life. As I wiggled the wolf turned to look at me and I gasped when I saw its cobalt blue eyes. ~ “That’s Tafari. He is Armand’s wolf”~

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

Alpha Ric went in, followed by his men. Alpha Jones, David, Sophie and Carter also climbed down into the bunker. "This is a dungeon" David stared around in the darkness. "How are we to see anything here?" he wondered. "You don't have to worry about that, boy" a strange voice replied him. Just then, torches started lighting up the place. Alpha Nolan was standing before the demons of Kitana with the stone of Kitana in his hand. There was a heap of dead bodies beside them. "You have killed them all?" Carter was very sad.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

Harley sniffled “That isn’t your baby Harley, your baby is gone. What was supposed to be the both of you guy’s baby has been replaced with a beast with supposed powers of serial killing.” “Stop it Lucas, No one is going to hurt him it’s okay.” Roman kissed her hand and got up to face Lucas “There has got to be another way, let’s go back to Nimueh” he suggested “Are you kidding me right now? You heard Nimueh, this was the last time she was using her witchcraft powers” Lucas paced around in the room