Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

This one didn’t knock. He appeared in the throne room in a flash of silver light and black smoke, dropping to one knee before us. He was old. Older than Darius. His robes were marked with symbols I didn’t recognize, and his eyes were pure white. “I am Magister Thorne of the Arcane Council,” he said, voice echoing in the chamber. “I come as the last neutral party before war begins. The other realms are mobilizing. They will not wait long.” He looked at Aria. Really looked, and his white eyes widened.

The Crone says. “We have seen the future of his reality,” The Mother goes on. "It can never happen." “We gift you these ones to aid you on your journey. They are the most powerful in the land,” The Daughter ends. The world sort of rights itself. I didn’t notice until this very moment how out of kilter everything felt - as if we were standing between two realms. The coven of mages and witches steps forward, but there are more than magic casters among them. I recognise three who are something else. Amias, Gannicus, and Hebe. The vampires from Noah’s memory.

I heard music playing from the front of the car, making me believe we might have been. My phone beeped when I got a text from Jordan letting me know she’d be ten minutes late. Her baby threw up on her and I got the misfortune of seeing a picture of her ruined skirt. “Jordan Copole again?” Mordechai asked. “You’re really playing with fire here.” “Am I? I’m just meeting with a friend.” “A friend that happens to be the oldest daughter of a family I know for a fact is a rival to yours.” I snorted. “No family is a rival to ours. They’d have to be a threat first.”

“What kind of business could you possibly have with the Arcanes?” Alexis paused, head tilting as if he was considering whether I deserved an answer. The faintest hint of amusement played at his mouth. “You must have heard it,” he said, his voice calm, almost bored. “The curious case of a Luna with healer gifts. That kind of thing doesn’t happen every century.” Ronan’s hand gripped my arm, not quite tight but warning enough. “Let it go, Sarah,” he muttered, voice low so only I could hear.

The sorcerer intended to possess this relic, using Luna's mother as a pawn in his game. As Luna, Arlon, and Thistle got closer to discovering the secrets of the Ebon Heart, they met some unexpected allies. Among them was a secretive band of ancient warriors known as the Guardians of Light, who had sworn an oath to keep the item out of the wrong hands. Luna refined her magical powers with their direction and instruction, delving into the primal power that surged through her veins.

I close my notepad—I originally got it for studying, but I've gone human detective mode, jotting down the names of the dead and attempting to connect the missing dots. Alaric. Orion. Ashley. Tara. The doors. The Hekate's lore and why he could possibly target us. Perhaps he seeks to obliterate us first before taking out the other realms. After all, we all are descendants of the people who have contributed to his curse. *I have come for you* Shivers race down my spine and I shake them off violently. Maya knocks again and I shuffle into my flip-flops. "Coming." I pull the door open and Maya grins, standing by my door with her body wrapped up in a bathing robe. My eyes dart left and right as I s

Naturally, this duo was the Arcane Summoner Mistaken Fox and his summoned creature, the Stone Axe Minotaur. Unlike his usual style of combat where he is on the front lines, Mistaken Fox was now standing at a distance, chanting continuously in an unknown language while the Stone Axe Minotaur was on the front lines, tanking the damage and occupying the attention of all five orcs. As the orcs struggled to deal with the Stone Axe Minotaur, Mistaken Fox kept launching arcane missiles in their direction, dealing large amounts of uninterrupted damage. This kept going on for three minutes before all five orcs were unable to withstand the missile barrage and finally succumbed to their injuries.

She gave him a small smile, gesturing for him to go ahead, and the five of us began heading for the stairs, but she stopped suddenly, turning to Cole, Finn, and I, shaking her head. "No," she said quietly, as she met my eyes, "You shouldn't be near when I inspect it. Just to be safe," she said, "the arcane sometimes does not react well to tampering." I frowned a little, caught off guard, but Cole placed a hand gently on my shoulder, "It's okay, I'll stay with you," he said softly, and Finn smiled at me warmly, "I'll keep an eye on them, just in case things go badly," he said, and I sighed softly.

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

*Solveig* I walk into the living room to meet my parents, and they are arguing with Amrafel and Caliope about what they need for some sort of ritual that I still don't understand. They mentioned a summoning, and I don't understand why they can't just call them. Seth told me that these creatures, the arcane ones, are hidden between doors, or portals. And since they haven't interacted much lately with those in our realm, then they need to be summoned and brought to us.