Heenot Arcane Novels & Stories

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.]

Everything still depended on how well his body recovered, which meant there could be complications. A hope as uncertain as this one was always closely followed by irrational fear. He couldn't shake the thought that it might all slip through his fingers if he weren't careful. Suddenly, Kaldor tossed him an old, yellowed book. Three bold, flowing words were written across the cover—Black Arcane Arts. "Sir, what is this?" Zeke asked, stunned. Kaldor replied coolly, "A method to help you survive the second phase."

“The part your council couldn’t burn.” Another crack. The ceiling split wider. A second limb shoved through, and the corridor filled with the scent of old bones and wet ash. The tracker’s hunger leaked into the air like poison. I backed up, stumbling. My palm brushed the wall and the runes under my fingertips warmed—alive. They weren’t random scratches. They were instructions. My breath caught. “These… these are gates.” Dax’s gaze sharpened. “Yes.” Kieran’s eyes narrowed. “Aria, don’t. You don’t know what you’re opening.”

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."

‘Not in front of the girls , let's get them settled first’ I reply , he just nods . ----- Three hours later I am sitting in Tynan’s office with my Mate , Kurat and Gideon . “Well?” Kurat says as he sits with his arms crossed over his chest . “Mind your tone Kurat , remember this is your Mother” Tynan warns him as he pulls me onto his lap . “The Sombrear coven are dark witches that specialise in blood magic” I say drawing in a shuddering breath , pulling comfort from Tynan’s scent and touch .

Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s: Main Disciplines – House Pyra Initiates: Arcane Philosophy – Understanding how magic works, and how to think like those who wield it without limits. Forbidden History – The truth behind the supernatural world. Events no one dares to write in textbooks. Ritual Architecture – How to construct magical spaces, traps, protections, or prisons. Magical Ethics & Corruption – What power costs. How quickly it corrupts. And how to walk the line without losing yourself. Bloodfire Combat & Binding – Fire Duels, forced loyalty, and enhancing fire spells through life essence. The Art of Influence – Learning how to be