Gangplank Arcane Novels & Stories

"We'll begin with grounding exercises. The Sacred Grove's energy will help us tap into our elemental powers. Let's pair up and focus on synchronizing our abilities." Kai paired up with Elara, while Jaxon joined forces with Allan. Lila and Alex formed another pair, each duo ready to explore the depths of their powers. Kai and Elara stood facing each other, their hands outstretched. "Feel the energy of the earth beneath your feet," Kai instructed, his voice steady and calm. "Let it flow through you, grounding you and amplifying your strength." Elara closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the earth beneath her. She could feel the subtle vibrations, the life force of the Sacred Grove puls

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

Tristan from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion suddenly locked his gaze on Ashton like a bloodthirsty hunter who had found its ultimate prey, his gaze brimming with unrestrained fanaticism. "What is the Ninefold Arcane Technique?" Connor and Francis felt their hearts drop as a sudden sense of dread rose within them. "It is said that the Ninefold Arcane Technique is capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. I can't believe it's actually real!" Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Ashton with nothing but blatant greed.

Then I felt Andres' presence. Well fuck, it's now or never. I thought. I raised the amulet and kept my gaze away from Ambrosia’s as I started chanting the Archaic spell to start the process of opening Pandora's Box. Instantly, my shield was battered with green fireballs and all assortments of magic.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

I heard one say. The floating one stepped forward and knelt beside me. A soft cloak wrapped around my shoulders from nowhere, and he offered me a gentle smile, though his pitch black eyes held no warmth. “Easy now,” he said calmly, as if finding naked girls in impact craters was just another Tuesday. “You’ve been struck by lightning” “No shit,” I snapped, blinking fast. “Wh....who are you?” His head tilted. “We’re with the Arcane Order of Balance.” “The what now?”

"Elders, invoke the suppression! Bind the wolves and purge the flame!" In unison, the seven Council members raised their hands, their ageless faces twisting into masks of intense concentration. Ancient binding spells, written in a dark, suffocating magic that predated the pack systems, spilled into the center of the arena. Heavy, incandescent crimson chains materialized out of the air, coiling around Theo's chest and arms like living serpents, hissing as they began to compress his muscle and bone.

The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.

Burning with true vitality, he soared like a sharp sword, producing a hissing noise from the friction with the air. “Esoteric Art: Skyquake Palm!” When he was close, he raised his hand and struck. Boom... The clash of palms was thunderous. It was like the buildup of a three-day storm. At the same time, Andrius landed on the ground, and the other person stood ten meters away. It was none other than the leader of the Demonic Cultivation Alliance, Gabriel Grant. “Andrius Moonshade! You killed seven of my guardians. Today, you’ll pay with your life!”

It was Marc. She watched as he pulled on sweatpants, leaving his slightly tanned torso bare. He flipped into a handstand, his palms splayed in the deep green grass; balancing expertly. He began dipping, his forehead nearly touching the grass as he did press ups, his feet still hovering straight in the air. Once he’d completed multiple sets, he finished by shifting onto one hand and spinning to land on his feet. Klara was impressed with his agility. Wolves tended to be fighters. They sparred; not practiced balance. Marc continued, flipping, cartwheeling and handstands until he disappeared from view below; back into the palace.