Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

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.”

They arrive back to their world of Xnandria and the master is barely alive. She worries that he's going to bleed to death and die. It's a known fact that the wounds of the wings never heal, especially if the creature who tore them out is a powerful angel who's also half angel. "Brothers , sisters!" She cries for help as she carries the master into his temple. "Achilles!" She calls for her sister. "Master is dying!" They get into the temple and it's unusually empty with the exception of Zacharie, Hasiah and Achilles who's sitting in the master's chair by the way. Zacharie and Hasiah stand beside, making no attempt to come help help her with the master.

" 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

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

--- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master UPCOMING TITLE: Eliminate The Emperor's Crown

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.

So, I guess we are still there. It took me a couple of minutes to realize the door was still open, and someone was still there. With a lazy movement, I turned back around, and my eyes landed on Arcane. Leaning against the door frame, with his hands crossed over his chest, his eyes raked over my exposed back and butt with a wide grin. Without letting that grin disappear, he combed through his beard with one hand and straightened up. “Oh, man! This will be fun! Haven’t seen Hades stumble around like this before!”

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

Reyna- After I spoke, he released my wrist and stopped walking. “This map hasn’t been made to the public yet. It is still under development and will be released later in the game. This is the only place in the game where we can speak without being discovered.” I didn’t know what was more surprising, the fact that he actually responded to my question, or that his response was proof enough that he was indeed Luka Alder, the CEO of Wolf Tech, and the creator of Arcane Realm.