Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

Danial shook his head and said," I don't much about the arcane array all I know is that it doesn't let individuals with cultivation exceeding Mortal Level or in your case Foundation Level. On top of that, I was informed today that there were cultivators who tried to enter into the periphery of the ancient ruin through the arcane array but not only they were unsuccessful they were severely hurt." Maria was the one who told him the news while training. Balthazar, with an intense look, interjected, "You mentioned an arcane array, how big is this arcane array?" Danial shook his head, his uncertainty evident. "I don't know much about the arcane array. All I know is that it doesn't let individuals

He seemed just as confused as the warrior I just healed, “I was in the heavens, staying away from the battle, then suddenly I came here, and now I am unable to open the portals and the device is missing.” I couldn’t help but smile. I did it. We did it. A little squeal of joy escaped my lips that I couldn’t contain, Hermes looked at me questioningly at my reaction. No one except for Kora and I knew about this plan. Two women just conquered Heaven and Hell, talk about girl power! “Damien? Kora? Where are they?” I asked with a beaming smile which was short-lived. Hermes tilted his head and his face turned slightly sad, he pressed his lips into a tight line. “I’m afraid you will not like the ans

Kain asked quietly. She turned to look at him. “What my aunt just said, did you know that?” she asked. “Not so much.” He shrugged. “But how much?” she pressed further, her brow furrowed in concentration. Kain whispered, “Emory,” and took her hand. You already know most of what I know. The Arcanians think Aworyn might want you to be the conduit for our Arcanstone.” Kain paused. “But I’m not so sure anymore.”

He strolled to the board, pausing mid-step to glance over the class. “This won’t be the class where you learn fireballs or teleportation,” he said. “If that’s what you want, you’re in the wrong room.” Silence. “Good. Because this is the class that will make you dangerous.” He turned back to the board and scrawled three words in elegant, sweeping letters: The Arcane Veins. Then, facing them again—his grin wicked, eyes alight with manic curiosity—he said, “Let’s begin with the source of all magic…”

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

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.

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.