Is There Romance In Arcane Novels & Stories

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once The Hekate got to a certain point, other voices joined in and then more until finally my voice r

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

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

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

Curious about Sаrіа, Meg asked, "Sаrіа, whеn you wеrе a mаіdеn, hоw оftеn did уоu аnd уоur bоуfrіеnd, уоu knоw, hаvе s*x?" Sаrіа fіdgеtеd wіth the fооd. "I wаѕ vеrу young at thе tіmе. My boyfriend аnd I would cuddle a lot, but wе nеvеr hаd s*x. Elves аrе vеrу ѕеxuаl ѕо I wаѕ gоіng tо еngаgе іn ѕ*x, but bеfоrе I соuld dо іt, I wаѕ сhаngеd tо a bоу. Aѕ a bоу, I hаvе hаd no fеmаlе раrtnеr and I don't want ѕ*x wі th a boy," Sаrіа ѕаіd wrіnklіng hіѕ nоѕе.

“Between the life I’ve built… and the life we might have lived before?” Aria looked at me, eyes full of storms and devotion. “We are not ghosts, Damon. We are real. We choose now.” Elric tapped the scroll. “The old ritual was incomplete. There is a missing step.” “So we find it,” Mara said fiercely. “We finish what they couldn’t.” Aria’s voice softened to a whisper. “For our child.” And something inside me anchored. Love is a weapon. Maybe the strongest one. But fear lingered behind it — the fear of what the scrolls didn’t say.

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

Alone? The idea coiled something tight in the pit of my stomach, part fear and part anger and part something I couldn’t put into words. The old Aurelian gardens weren’t harmless, no matter how abandoned they appeared. Not by a long shot. They were steeped in Aurelian magic, the type that clung to your skin and never really let go. The type that could either shield you or tear you apart, depending on who you were and what you carried in your blood. If she’d been there, then it wouldn’t have been an accident. And if she’d been there with someone…

She would see the Lycan again. Her head was in a state of euphoria as she lay in bed, imagining herself unravelling the mystery of her saving stranger. The smiles, and her much sought opportunity to say thank you to him. Until she asked herself the damning question. Then what? She was fresh from a heartbreak, and the pain of being left alone on her wedding day. What would happen if she and the Lycan fell in love? Would she not be exposing herself to the pain twice? Why did she even want to see him?

With a flick of his fingers, the towering stack of books drifted toward me, settling back into my arms with the weight of a feather. "Most people are just terrified of power they cannot categorize, Lady Lumira," he murmured, stepping just a fraction closer. The scent of ozone and clean linen followed him. "They see a 'villainess' or a 'broken mate.' But I? I see a unique biological and arcane anomaly-" "Anomaly?" "A slip of the tongue, Lady Lumira." The sound that followed was too sharp to be genuine laughter. "I look forward to seeing what else you break this semester."