Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

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

Through the gap in the grate, Bima watched as a pair of armored boots crunched into the arena floor. "Report!" a gruff, authoritative voice boomed. "The alarm triggered in the training yard, Commander," another voice replied, sounding annoyed. "Probably just a stray spell from a rogue student. But the residual energy… it’s strange. It’s not a standard combustion flare." Bima held his breath, his chest tight. He watched as the two guards approached the spot where he had been standing. They stopped right next to the stone where the silk handkerchief still lay. "What’s this?" the Commander asked, leaning down.

With a composed look on his face, Chu Xun glanced at the Chosen Ones of the Assembly of Immortals, but his glance made Jing Lei and his companions shiver helplessly. Chu Xun withdrew his eyes from them, raised his hands, and set up a magic formation that covered Jing Hong and the others. After that, he took out the Arcane Fruits and distributed them to Jing Hong and the others. Arcane Fruits contained huge amounts of life essence and vigor, which were very helpful for the healing of wounds. He transferred some Hong Meng Immortal Qi to each of them to help repair their broken bones and dislocated internal organs. "Eat the Arcane Fruits and rest assured to heal your wounds. Leave the other thi

She hated me and wouldn't even return an email. Out of desperation, I resorted to sorcery, as advised by the last doctor from Arcana Hills who came to treat her. They believed Irene's case was caused by sorcery, just as Irene had claimed too but who would do that to her? Arcana hills was known as an academy that had Zero tolerance for sorcery, so having one of their best give an advise to use sorcery, I felt I had no other choice. But soon I learnt the hard way: sorcery was never something to play with because for every spell that was cast, a consequence followed, and I wasn't prepared for it.

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.

Faint lines glowed along hidden tunnels, relic vaults, and sanctuaries, veins of what remained of the Saphiren lifeblood. Torren tapped one of the marked symbols pulsing faintly in the northwest sector—the Haven of the First Healer. “She’s already there. We felt the bond trigger. If she has access to Amarantha’s records, she’s likely reading them now.” Senna nodded solemnly. “She must be overwhelmed. She’s walking through the bones of a life she never knew.”

" What a tome. Such an arcane... 5 year has passed, we are again packing our bags to head for Rue. We are dressed up nicely and neat unlike before. I mustn't forget the events of yore for I know it lies beneath the contemporary of the enchanter. The once help of the man shall be unforgotten. The healing he lent simply taste like fresh pomegranate. My oh, my I wouldn't be surprised! we might walk above that ground. "Oh, how about flowers? do you think they have powers? A creature like you, do you know their nature?" "In the pain they perceived, my arcane will make thee deceived. Helenium flowers descended my eyes, my oh, my I can't evince!" "Feasibly, it isn't the culpability of the flower, y

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.