Lanes Arcane Novels & Stories

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

Based on the information Luna read up on, Avalon was the capital of Arcane, nicknamed the Big Apple of the Starry Galaxy. Starlight University was located in the realm of Arcana. The core and capital of the Starry Galaxy, which some said held the galaxy’s deepest secrets and mysteries. The gates of Arcane only connected to Rigel, Lunaris, Militum, and Yun as some of the biggest businesses in the entertainment industry and other fields resided in this realm.

"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."

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!?

The soft rustle of leaves carried a hint of anticipation, as if the very forest held its breath, eager to unravel the mysteries that had entwined their lives. Gently, Aria reached out a hand, her fingers trembling with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "How did the Shadowbane Crystal work on you?" she inquired, her voice a mere whisper that blended with the rustling breeze. Lucas's response came not in words but in actions that revealed a hidden secret.

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

Publicly rejected on her eighteenth birthday, Sierra Vance was branded a scentless, powerless omega and driven out of the Bloodmoon Pack. Her childhood sweetheart, Alpha Logan, discarded her for her scheming best friend, Lady Sarah, leaving Sierra and her younger sister, Liana, to freeze in the treacherous Shadow Forest. They thought she would die in the dark. They were wrong. When Cassian Nightshade—the feared Alpha King of the Midnight Syndicate—finds Sierra bleeding at his border, his wolf roars a single word he’s waited a decade to hear: Mate. Bound to Cassian by a magnetic mate bond, Sierra begins to unearth a dangerous truth buried deep within her bloodline: she isn't a weak omega.

Over the ritual space’s center point — which in this chamber meant the specific section of floor where the rune density was highest, directly in front of the Ancient Lycan’s position. The blood hit the rune-floor during convergence and the outward channel ruptured. And the inward channel opened. And the reversal could initiate. And then the conduit’s intention completed it — turned the river, held the reversed flow, maintained it through whatever the Ancient Lycan threw at the binding until the drain was complete. The conduit had to hold it. For as long as it took. Marina hadn’t said what that cost. She’d told me about the anchor — what the anchor absorbed. She’d told me what the anchor expe

Interesting, I noted, storing that information away for later. * Lucian's POV I extended my hand, and the shadows answered instantly. Dark tendrils emerged from the stone beneath my feet, shifting and dancing through the air. Across from me, a soft, beautiful silver light appeared around Artemis. It grew brighter, and the familiar Crescent energy began flowing around her like liquid moonlight. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then, the powers touched. The reaction was immediate. The entire arena shook violently as a deep pulse exploded outward. The barriers flashed, and several ancient runes along the walls ignited into blinding light.

“I’m here.” They didn’t speak. They only listened to the slow pulse of the relic breaking, the distant echo of collapse through the bowels of the Fang. Far above, in the sanctuary’s depths, shards of prophecy stumbled into the broken sky. Aryn knelt before a flickering altar, pale rune-lights dancing on her arms. She pressed trembling fingers to a shard of the eclipse gate. “Broken,” she whispered. Lyra knelt beside her. “We can still stitch it with the flame—but not with blood.”