Lanes Arcane Novels & Stories

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

Upon the entrance, two sculptures hold Lanesra, the gun that Akira's clan specializes in. Lanesra is shaped like a shotgun, and its bullet is a particular type of bullet in color blue and is designed to kill vampires in one shot. It stops the fast regeneration ability of vampires, and it also has poison in them. The lanesra itself is made of silver and gold, which is why its weight ranges from six to eight pounds depending on the style and features. [Silver lanesra - can be used by soldiers with a bronze and silver badge. They are in the lower and middle ranks in a ranking system that has just started. It weighs six pounds]

--- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master UPCOMING TITLE: Eliminate The Emperor's Crown

“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to stay safe.” Lennon nodded and placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. Then his eyes flicked toward me as I tapped on my phone, sending the details swiftly. “There,” I said, sliding my phone back into my pocket. “I’ve sent you the contact information for someone at The Arcane Network.” “The Arcane Network?” Lennon repeated, raising a brow. “They’re a specialized group that handles situations like this—shady dealings, hidden threats, people who want to fly under the radar. They’ve helped me before, and trust me, they’ll be very interested in working with you.”

So, I decided to ask Lane if she could create some artificial light to blind the enemies just by asking her through my thoughts. She responded and told me that she would try after a quick rest. Not longer than a second, I could feel that Lane started to stand up on my right shoulder and began to create a light magic that made the Aqrabuamelus stop from running towards our direction. “I'm glad it worked,” I breathed. “What the--” Moha reacted. “You know what Nowo, you're so freaking bright.” “Just bright, not freaking,” I rolled my eyes, and then we both started laughing.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Inside the cold, dimly lit chamber hidden beneath the old Landon manor, test tubes glowed faint red under blue arcane lights. Cane Landon—Carl’s younger brother, a scientist whose mind was as sharp as his claws—stood before a reinforced glass desk filled with ancient tomes and modern instruments. He tapped the vial labeled “AL-VB-01”—Alaric Vaelthorne’s blood sample. Maika stood behind him, arms folded, her golden eyes watchful as Cane inserted the sample into a crystalline centrifuge inscribed with sigils.

A shockwave of blue static rippled through the cavern, blowing out the vacuum-tube lanterns and plunging the Hollow into darkness. The "Kinetic Veil" hadn't fallen; it had been punctured. Ethan dropped Caleb’s limp body and turned to Aria. He grabbed her by the shoulders, his "strong frame" shielding her as the roof of the shack groaned under the pressure of a "Slipstream" engine hovering directly above them. "Aria! Take Leo! Go to the Archive! The Deacon has an 'Analog' tunnel that leads to the lower gorge!" "What about you?" Aria shouted over the roar of the descending strike-team.