Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

Kade, Rian, Seraphine, and Sorrel are in the center of the group. Selene? She drifted wherever she pleased. Rian whispered, “I really don’t like that the walls are breathing.” “They’re not breathing,” Kade muttered. “They’re pulsing with layered luminous rings bound to an ancient reality spine.” Rian gulped. “That somehow sounds worse.” The tunnel spiraled downward, carved from black stone veined with faint blue patterns. At regular intervals, circular nodes glowed in the ceiling—Arcana sealing glyphs that had clearly been overwritten.

He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa. However, I am the grandson of Calice and Vendelle, a royal couple of Aeolian warlocks. So Arcanus is not a serious rival, but Hades' wife Noosha, now that is the force you don't mess with. And I have messed with her fucking daughter, and now I am paying the price. Fucking Noosha and her curse. Or is it Noosha’s curse? Fuck, the Thessalian bitch is dead, and she is still haunting me. I punched and tossed the tray with different crap they brought me for breakfast and got up. I went out of the tent to see my army, to assess the damage from the clash with fucking Sentaya.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

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.

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.”

The lush greenery of the Enchanted Forest enveloped them, the trees whispering secrets of ancient magic. Reaching the hidden sanctuary, they caught their breath, their hearts racing from the intensity of the battle. Inside the sanctuary, they found themselves surrounded by elders of various supernatural species, their presence a testament to the gravity of the situation. Luna stepped forward, her voice steady as she addressed the gathering. "We are facing a formidable foe, Alaric. He seeks to possess the Celestial Relic and wield its untold power. We cannot let that happen."

“This has to be from the Arcane Umbrae, right? Every rumor we’ve heard, there’s always a black envelope mentioned.” I point to the letterhead. In red wax, a snake is twisted in a figure eight, eating its own tail. “This is from Arcane Umbrae, all right.” I’d recognize the symbol anywhere. It’s dotted all over Serpentia, carved into the ancient flagstone side streets, carved into doors in random inns and bars. The Order of Arcane Umbrae has been around for centuries and began at this very university, according to legend. It’s a heavily guarded secret, so much so that no one knows who’s a part of it, or what it’s about, or what secrets they’ve been chosen to guard. But occasionally, they threw

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca. Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else? It's because I am a "Healer." Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. The

The Arcana Legion were scared about this duel. Suddenly their Tarot Cards glowed the same with Umbra’s tarot card located at Manehattan he looks at his tarot card glowing then looks at the dark blackened skies “Amicitia… my sweetheart” he said with a worried tone suddenly the Arcana Legion and Umbra heard my voice “Arcana Legion and Umbra I know you’re scared about this duel but duel is very similar to final shadow turbo duel when Jack, Yusei and Crow each having 4000 life points while Rex Goodwin has 12,000 life points but this is the opposite they have 32,000 life points while I have 4000 life points but its okay I have cards that they don’t have okay, and also I’ll have my tarot card on s

The loss of my mother is not the only ghost that haunts my father. He opens the map up and spreads it upon the hood of our truck. We know better than to interrupt him while he works, as he puzzles things out in his head. He grabs a felt tip marker from his pocket as he studies the map. Wolfe and Clay stand around their own vehicle at the next pump like obedient pups at their masters heel, awaiting that next command. The one in charge of their group in absentia of my father, is Hawke. He is a middle aged, the strong but silent type, with a deadly cool demeanor, and calm under pressure. His skin is dark like the night, his eyes clear grey like the moon, and he’s the best damn tracker in the pa