End Arcanimus Novels & Stories

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."

He bit his lip, holding in his grief. ‘Don’t you dare die on me!’ Melaena cried. ‘We can ask the goddess. She can heal you.’ ‘It’s too late now.’ Arcas shook his head, flashing her his bravest smile. ‘I’m so sorry about Nyctimus. At least I had a chance to atone.’ His eyes drifted to Nonacris ‘Take care of Callisto for me, will you?’

"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”~