Lanes Arcane Novels & Stories

Lycidas stepped forward, his hands glowing with arcane power. “Let’s see how you handle this!” Lycidas shouted, creating a portal that swallowed the arbiter momentarily, disorienting him before spitting him back out.

VANE: ANG TRAIDOR SA LIWANAG ​Sa gitna ng kanilang pagkamangha, isang malakas na pagyanig ang naganap. Ang kisame ng hall ay nabutas at mula roon ay bumaba ang anim na tactical ships ng "Project Icarus." ​Si Dr. Aris Vane ay lumabas mula sa pangunahing barko, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa ginto at itim na chrome. Sa kanyang kamay ay hawak niya ang "Icarus Lance"—isang device na kayang humigop ng memorya at DNA sa isang iglap.

Lune didn’t want to live in the shadows of uncertainty anymore; the weight of her worries had become too heavy to bear. As she rounded a corner, she caught sight of Arlo standing with Marcus, deep in conversation. Their expressions were serious, etched with lines of concern that sent a chill through Lune. She felt a sudden wave of apprehension wash over her as she approached, her instincts telling her to turn back. Just as she was about to step forward and call out to him, she hesitated, overhearing snippets of their discussion.

I bowled "It's nothing" I wave it off and followed Wane whos walking back to a place I predicted to be his office, We entered the elevator, the intoxicating lemon perfume of his, filled my nose, I prayed for the elevator to open already as Wane was busy typing away on his phone The elevator stopped and opened, we walked out as Wane inserted his fingerprint on his office door, the door opened and we entered into his office "Woow……" I muttered inwardly looking around the office that looks breathtaking

* Rowan disconnected from the console with a shaky exhale. “Hooks set,” he said. “Aria’s got a foothold. But this net is… big. Compartmentalized. We’re going to need more points.” “We anticipated that,” Lys said. “Next node.” They slipped back into the tunnel. The second chamber was deeper, narrower, lined not with storage units but with racks of hardware and fiberbundles burrowing into the walls like roots. “Routing hub,” Aria said. *Traffic from upstairs mirrored here and redistributed. She uses this place to rehearse moves before she makes them aboveground. We break it, her reflexes slow.*

In the blink of an eye, streaks of light appeared as Sian waved his arm across the air. The colossal golden lance carved through space and was heading lethally toward Severin. Golden runes appeared between Sian's eyebrows. These runes pulsed with the scriptures of philosophy, and the gold-affinity energy in the surroundings activated as they surged into the lance. The heptagold energy strengthened it with each further strike.

He rat. "How? Just because you don't settle well with him doesn't make him my enemy. I am allowed to get involved with" He cut me off. "You are most certainly not." "What is your problem? I thought you were different from the others. I am well aware that your siblings aren't really welcoming of the idea of me and Sage, but for God's sake, won't you at least let me be?" I breathed out in frustration. "Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy."

I did. The no landed. The flare steadied instead of climbing. It did not die. It sat there, thicker than before, fed by the rim we had just broken. The green edge faded. The white core stayed, pulsing slowly, painting the lane they had opened in a color that made skin look wrong. Pell loosed one arrow at a man coming up the back door. It bought a breath. Not a road. “They will push us toward the lane,” Sable said. “That is the whole shape.”

"Prince Killan, get to the point; why are you lecturing me on Mors?" "Most elves consider the lanes to be a safe haven. Yes, it can be a safe haven if you're near any watchtowers, but those lanes make you more visible to the enemy. Remember, the creatures in that arena aren't the greater danger; it's the enemies from the opposing camp." "Are you suggesting I avoid any of those lanes?" I asked, returning his glance. He gave a nod. He sighed once more. "You are astute, and you impress me."

They came at dawn. Not the Fae. Not the Vampires. Not the Witches alone. All of them. The horizon was a wall of color and magic and malice. Black Vampire banners with red moons. Green Fae banners that shimmered like leaves in wind. Purple Witch banners marked with silver runes. And in the center, the Arcane Council’s silver sigil. Magister Thorne hadn’t been lying about them mobilizing.