Lanes Arcane Novels & Stories

So that I would find my way home to her? Sloane rises to her feet and casts a final look at her parent’s memorial tree. She throws an arm around her sister’s shoulder. Lark gathers up the cub and they cut back across the meadow just before the sun has fully set. I press myself behind the tree as they pass. Celeste narrows her eyes at me, but doesn’t alert her sister to the wolf hiding in the shadows. “We have two boxes of wine calling our name,” says Lark. Sloane chuckles again, “One for me and one for you then.”

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

As they neared the thermal vents, the landscape shifted dramatically from pristine white snow to jagged, black volcanic rock that hissed with sulfurous steam. "Wards!" Gina suddenly warned, her hand shooting out to catch Gabriel’s shoulder as they reached a narrow, arched stone pathway leading into the side of the mountain. Directly ahead, the air hummed with a faint, shimmering violet light—the anti-magic runes of the First Hunter Council. The pressure radiating from the barrier was intense, designed to tear the spirit energy out of any supernatural creature that dared to cross it. "Lucien, now," Gabriel commanded, stepping back to give the sun-warrior room.

"The Gauntlet?" "A maze of silver-tipped spikes and shifting shadows," Lucas explained, his face grim. "It reacts to your heart rate. If you panic, the walls close in. You have to cross it while the Arbiters drain your essence. If you reach the other side, you are proven 'Pure.' If you don't..." "You become part of the floor," Vane finished. She tossed a wooden training sword at Audrey. "Pick it up. Let's see if there’s a wolf under that golden skin, or just a girl who’s good at scrubbing floors."

In promise. Aria joined her at the altar, pendant glowing, eyes wide with understanding. “It’s choosing,” she said. Luna nodded. “Not me. Them.” Aria placed her hand over Luna’s. “Then we listen.” Lucien arrived with scrolls tucked under his arm, his voice low. “The archives are shifting.” Kaelion stepped forward, blade sheathed, mark dim. “Then the Grove is writing ahead of itself.” The ley lines bent toward Luna. And the sanctuary held its breath.

Aeron is already pacing and for a second, I let out a chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Aeron asks. “If this is a long labour then you might actually learn some patience for once.” I reply. Cain laughs but Aeron just shakes his head and then another contraction hits and I flinch feeling like it’s some sort of karma. “It won’t be a long labour, Luna.” Axel says. “Not with Lycans.” I look from him to Lexie who’s giving a sympathetic smile. “What does that mean?” “It’s just not how it goes.”

Remember how I said it was dark as we got closer to the hospital before, well now I could barely see a foot in front of me. “YOU DARE ATTACK MY PACK!” Aerian screamed. “You are coming with us you angel slut. The boss wants your whore ass.” one of them hissed. I let out a growl but had to grab onto something when the ground lurched. I went to step forward but ran into what I can only describe as an invisible barrier. Aerian and Savannah had walled themselves with the rogues. They were working in sync to take them out. All we could do was stand there and watch as Aerian raised her hands as she absorbed all the light within her. Savannah was keeping us from getting hurt. Aerian’s arms dropped t

He laughed when he said this as he stopped right in front of me. Seconds latterly I heard a loud bang next to me and I turned to see the baby on the left wing bang his fist on the sword counter next to me and also the bone on the right did the same thing, but rather of using his fist he used a essence visage. " This is just to drown out the sounds of your riots." I gripped my jaw as the banging continued next to me while I watched Marco lift the blade up. " It's show time." Moana's POV

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.