Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once The Hekate got to a certain point, other voices joined in and then more until finally my voice r

Just like everything else since he’d walked into BludHeaven Academy. Classes dragged. Third period Supernatural Plants and Herbs had ended with Professor Thorne assigning a weekend project on bloodroot variants—something I barely registered because the bond with Elara still thrummed golden and warm in my chest, keeping me grounded even when the stares and whispers tried to cut deeper.

"The Arcane Collectors' rules sure have a lot of loopholes in them." I stated after a moment of brief silence. "I think that part's intentional. Members of the association and even teammates of some members are descendants of the ancient worshippers." Falcon explained. "So the loopholes exist so they can still take jabs at each other." I deduced. "Yeah, like Mr Harrison and whoever's stealing his donations to the Colgate University museum." She nodded. "Mr Harrison is an Arcane Collector?" I asked surprised.

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?”

My pulse thundered in my ears. He drew a deep, ragged breath, his chest rising and falling like he was holding in a storm. “I’ve searched… tried to find anyone, anything… but it disappeared centuries ago. Its name is…” He hesitated, lips parting as though speaking it aloud might summon it. “…the Lycanis Arcanum.” The words hit me like ice water. A myth? A storybook creature? Something that had no place in my life until now.

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.