Lanes Arcane Novels & Stories

"The Alliance has a total blockade on the Arctic sectors. Their 'Anti-Virus' fleet is ten times larger up there. It’s a dead zone." "We aren't flying," I said, a new plan beginning to form in my mind, the draconic syntax offering me a hidden path. I pointed to a tiny, flickering violet line on the map that bypassed all the standard Ley Lines. "We’re going to use the Sub-Directory."

The Ember Hollow lay hidden beneath a spiderweb of sandstone arches, its entrance concealed by a curtain of ivy and shadows. As dusk settled, lanterns carved from fossilized bone glowed in clustered alcoves, guiding Vera and Lucien along the winding tunnels. Rebel artisans—defected Sentinels, half-blood scholars, and smuggler-turned-miners—labored around workbenches strewn with resonance crystals and spool upon spool of dream-silk thread.

“And they will learn the consequences of underestimating us.” Ahead, the Concord’s lattice began to shimmer, falter, a low hum echoing through the canyon. Their agents’ careful motions grew hesitant. Their magic no longer pressed upon us— it recoiled, subtly, uncomfortably, as if the land itself had chosen its allegiance. Luciano’s fingers twitched, brushing the air again. One subtle wave, a mere pulse of intention, and the road ahead widened further, creating a natural channel through the canyon that bypassed the majority of their forces.

His voice was low, deliberate, edged with something Evelyn had rarely heard in him: caution. “The beast we saw,” he said, eyes narrowing in thought. “It is no ordinary lycan. Not even a rogue.” Rowan frowned. “You mean the crimson eyes? I’ve read of such a thing in fragments… but I thought it was only myth.” Kael shook his head. “Not myth. Memory. That creature is the Hollow Beast—the remnant of the first betrayal.” Evelyn froze where she stood in the next room, the boards creaking beneath her as she lingered at the edge of their conversation.

I placed both hands over it and whispered a spell—one I hadn’t practiced, one I barely remembered from the book. “Elysis navarre… restorium… reveth.” A hum vibrated through the floorboards. The orb cracked with a thin line of light, then another. Suddenly— BOOM. Magic burst upward like fireworks, thin ribbons of power spiraling through the room and out the window, disappearing into the sky in streams of red, blue, silver, black. I shielded my eyes as the orb shuddered, relieved of its load. Those powers would return to their rightful owners.

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."

"Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not just a pawn; he’s the key. His mind, his blood—they hold the secrets to unlocking power you can’t even imagine." Lisa's breath caught in her throat. "What are you talking about?" Evelyn's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "The *Sopor Veritas*—it’s not just a plant, Lisa. It’s a doorway. When combined with the right elements, it can unlock the deepest recesses of the human mind, tapping into the power that lies dormant in all of us. Ace is special. He’s always been special, and with him, I can harness that power."

Leia told him. Emily was trembling. Her face darkened. She was gasping for air as she blabbed some words the two couldn’t understand. Thunder started to clap, and birds started chirping as the rain poured in a bit. Mysterious sounds were intensifying; the hunters and rouges were whimpering. The moon disappears "Monitus ut interfaces inclement." (Warning: ruthless killing) Emily said it repeatedly until she felt her body weaken and something in her womb kicked in. She was panting and gasping for air as the light surrounding her body disappeared.

I am smarter. I clicked on the 'receive' icon and a blonde man appeared on the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are not Beta Marcus." He said. I rested on the couch with my laptop on my desk. "Of course. That's because I am the Luna and I am the real dealer and not Marcus. Marcus was just a substitute then." I made him understand. "Oh, you are the Luna. I am sorry your highness." He apologized. "It's fine. I assume you didn't know."