Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

Just as Lucifer was going to kill the evil man, Max shouted. Hearing Max's voice, Lucifer immediately cancelled his attack and activated "ARCANE SHIELD" as a barrage of attack's came from the snake. Arcane Shield (Rare) (Defensive Spell) Lvl.2 (can be maxed at Lvl.5) DETAILS: Increases DEF by 35% and MANA regeneration increases by 20%,can't shield you against angry Aunties though…. He heh..."TIME FOR YOUR DOOM" said the nuisance of evil as he prepared to use "TRIGONAL FLAME"...

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

“What are you doing to him?” The Hollow King’s gaze slid to the carved crescent on his throat. “I’m giving him back what your covenants stole,” he said gently. “His purpose.” Kieran shifted behind the Hollow King, coal-bright eyes fixed on me like hunger had learned my shape. The mate bond tugged—steady now, relentless, a chain that didn’t care about my tears. “Aria,” Kieran whispered, voice smooth. “I can carry you in.” My stomach turned.

Directly opposite had a five-meter wide by four-meter high passageway, and the illuminating magic stones at the top of the hall and the passageway emitted a light no less than that of the outside. Looking at the metal token in his hand again, it was only the size of a palm, the emblem engraved on the front Christine knew that it was representing a certain Arcane Artist, but who exactly was unclear, the back was engraved with a number and instructions on how to use it in Nethersolean magical script. At this point, Christian knew why the other party still triggered the effect of the token even after his own “Trance” had taken effect, because all he had to do was to press the small emblem on th

"Liam, do you have any idea why your family, the Coles, were wiped out?" "Why?" Liam pressed. "Ever heard of Arcane Manuscript?" Prince Faber asked. Arcane Manuscript? Liam's frown grew tighter, his face a canvas of confusion. He had not even heard a whisper about Arcane Manuscript, clueless about what it could be. With a creased forehead, Liam questioned, "You mean to say that the downfall of the Coles is tied to this Arcane Manuscript?" Prince Faber gave a nod of approval. "Indeed! Arcane Manuscript is an ancient and mysterious tome that has been handed down through the ages, and the downfall of your family, the Coles, is deeply entwined with its history."

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I said. “Grand witch Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart the descendant of Hekate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and the queen of creatures of the night; the goddess capable of walking through realms like doorways. That explains your aura,” he said. I tried to hide my shock. I was not aware there were people who have such thorough detail about my mother. It made me relax, giving me a sense of safety that I did not need to hide from him. “My aura?” I repeated, giving him a teasing smirk.

So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

the beauty's voice said repentance. Suddenly, the Prince's eyes lit up, as if he already had a random thought. "All?" Aegolus inquired, reassuringly. The lady quickly nodded. So then, the Prince released her. "All right, I just have a small request for you, and I promise that if you do it... I will forgive and accept your friendship," he added. "W-what is that, your highness?" The beauty was perplexed by what the Prince was saying. "μαγικός Μάο!" Aegolus proclaimed, making Arabelle's eyes widened as a circular light surrounded by an unintelligible letter appeared between her and the Prince. That circle shape unexpectedly released a miniature version of the entire kingdom.

Because she is out there. Waiting. Plotting. And whatever she's planning, it’s not going to be pretty. But tonight? Tonight, the Arcane-Oracle Pack is whole. We have two new heirs. We’ve made history. And I swear to whatever gods are listening, I will burn the fucking world down before I let anyone take that away from us. Not even me. Let the beast come. I’m ready. *** Zane Wynter One year.