Hp The Arcane Thief Novels & Stories

He didn't wish for her to let go of him either as they approached the shop by the corner where the candy floss was sold. He was aware of the stares they were receiving from the people around and he could also hear the little chatter of some girls standing some distance from them. If Arwen was also aware she would have also heard the chatter running in the midst of the young girls such as.... “ Wow, who is that handsome guy over there with the pretty lady in the yellow dress ” “ Hey... Isn't that the assistant of Lucas Grey of the Grey corporation ? ” “ You mean Jared Thompson ? ” “ Yes, look at him ”

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

He only nodded, his eyes darting to the sides behind his glasses, in the shadow of his baseball hat. “It’s fully intelligent,” I said, still in whispers. “And it’s very pissed off. Please, help me get rid of it, Mr. Price.” He snorted, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact. “I can’t help you, Miss Garner,” he replied curtly. He glanced at me and away in a heartbeat. “I’ll send you the contact information of the psychic that gave me the spell to get rid of it. That’s all I can do.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"

"The Arcane Collectors' rules sure have a lot of loopholes in them." I stated after a moment of brief silence. "I think that part's intentional. Members of the association and even teammates of some members are descendants of the ancient worshippers." Falcon explained. "So the loopholes exist so they can still take jabs at each other." I deduced. "Yeah, like Mr Harrison and whoever's stealing his donations to the Colgate University museum." She nodded. "Mr Harrison is an Arcane Collector?" I asked surprised.

Tears of pure shock and pain instantly welled up in her eyes, but she was too traumatized and ashamed to speak. "Look at you, acting all innocent in your cheap clothes!" Ariel continued to scream, her voice dripping with venom as she turned to face the whispering crowd of coworkers. "Do you all see this girl? She acts like a professional journalist, but she is nothing but a low life, disgusting gold digger! She’s a homewrecker who sneaks into rich men's hotel rooms at night to sell her body because she's desperate for a payout! She is trying to steal my man, Julian Vane!"

It was part of his powers. I refused to give in to him and tried not to mind his presence, but his scent wasn't making it possible. I guess he read my mind because just before he left, I heard him say, “I'll take back tenfold what you took from me.” “What the hell does that even mean?” I asked aloud, but soon brushed it off. I'm coming for you, my victim.

The Scarlet Thief taking the initiative to attack was exactly what Leon wanted. Leon stepped forward and launched his Earthly Plunder to counter the Scarlet Thief's Fiery Serpent.

The figures beneath it moved with disciplined precision, their torches glowing in the swirling snow. Arwyn stepped up beside him, his voice low. “Not southern troops. These are sellswords. Paid well, by the look of their steel.” “Paid by who?” Eolan asked. “That’s the question,” Arwyn replied, eyes narrowing at the distant ranks. The northern heir approached, now armored in deep-sea lacquer, copper hair braided close to her neck. “Five hundred, maybe more. They’ll reach the gates by nightfall.” Eolan’s shadow curled faintly at his feet, restless. “Then we have hours to make them regret marching this far.”