Novel & Cerita Is There Romance In Arcane

He avoided looking me in the eye as well. In the end, he squeezed out a faint hum. Yup. That was definitely a Pierce-like response. My anger was swiftly ignited thanks to that hum. After all, I was seriously troubled by the romantic scandal featuring us. Just seeing the words "anal fissures" made me feel as though I was about to have a heart attack. Enraged, I punched Pierce in the face. I had used full force because Pierce often dodged my attacks in the past. But unexpectedly, he didn't dodge my punch this time. So, I ended up punching the one and only heir to the Kirkland family out of his own car.

The first rule of Arcanum Noctis was simple: Consent is the bedrock, the altar, the very air we breathe. Lyra felt it thrumming in her veins as she stood alone in the hushed, obsidian-floored practice chamber, more potent than any ward. It wasn't fear making her heart race against her ribs; it was the terrifying, exhilarating pull towards the impossible knowledge promised here. The air itself tasted rich and dark, like ancient wine and ozone after a storm.

Every movement flowed, every cut precise. Kieran staggered to her side, bloodied but unyielding. His blade crossed hers, and together they drove into the rogue with all they had left. Steel cut deep. Blood poured. The beast shrieked, thrashing. Still it fought, healing even as it bled. Then Aria felt it—something beneath the steel, deeper than flesh. A pulse, raw and ancient, inside the creature’s chest. Serena hissed in recognition. The heart. It’s bound. Strike the heart, and it will not rise again.

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Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

He just glowers at Eleanor, arms crossed, his glare sharp. Eleanor doesn’t flinch, but she looks at him carefully, cautious. I move quietly back to my own seat. As I pass by Dom, he reaches out, fingers closing gently around mine. The warmth and steadiness of his touch grounds me. I offer him a faint smile, and when I sit, I hold onto the calm it gives me. Eleanor exhales, her gaze still fixed on Billy as she begins again. “As I was saying,” she says softly, “the Primarch Arcana isn’t like other witches.”

It was a warmth that felt both familiar and foreign, like the gentle brush of sunlight on a cold day, but it carried an undercurrent of danger. I closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations; the magic was vibrant, almost alive, swirling around him in hues of deep indigo and flickering silver. I tried to keep the smile back from my face but failed. "What in the gods' name is amusing to you, Rion?" Aric asked.

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!?

Seeing that scar on his right eye was a painful reminder and there wasn’t much she could do for him. “I’m the archmage of this academy. Even if it doesn’t happen this intake, you may find them next intake. Just don’t go around abusing them like you did. Your new roommate and guardian will take care of you. I don’t want more trouble than what you’ve already caused. Even if you don’t find a mate, there are many kinds of love. It doesn’t have to be an omega.”

Our fingers intertwined, a silent promise of support and love. "We're surrounded by beauty, both in nature and the beauty in front of whom everything turns dull," I whispered, my eyes locked on Arcane's. She got all shy and her cheeks were a shade of crimson. "Damn it! You will be the death of me." I whispered. Arcane was perhaps in a mood of teasing me tonight, her hand went straight to my crotch and I inhaled sharply, "We are in front of our parents. So, behavre." She said sternly.