Lightcannon #arcane Novels & Stories

“I had to do something to occupy my time while you two were resting and it felt good to surprise you.” “Thank you.” I murmur leaning into him, hugging him tightly and he kisses my head. Cain walks up to us and the three of us stand there, holding each other for a while. And then I hear it, the annoying growl that tells me Aeron is being called. That he’s needed. “What is it?” I ask quietly. He shakes his head. “Nothing for you to worry about.” “I’m Luna of this Pack.” I state and both he and Cain seem to react to that.

"The campus is unsettled. I wish to perform the Hymn of the Morning Star. We all need the Light right now." Relief rippled through the front rows. Jaxon, center of the Lycan block, leaned forward. Bloodshot. Stiff. A man drowning in a shallow pool, reaching for Selene as his only life raft. She began to sing. Technically flawless. Golden mana bleeding from her lips, weaving into shimmering threads that drifted through the air. The "Holy Light" aria. Masterpiece of suppression disguised as peace. Coating frayed nerves like numbing salve. Dulling sharp edges of morning anxiety.

everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own. The armory was controlled chaos. Marcus oversaw the distribution of Moonbane weapons—daggers that could disrupt dark magic, arrows tipped with purification runes, even a few experimental bombs that I swore would work. "You swear, or you hope?" one warrior asked nervously, eyeing the glowing devices. "Bit of both," I admitted with a tired smile. "But hey, worst case scenario, we all die together. That's kind of beautiful if you think about it." The warrior stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

The ancient vampire stood at the edge of the circle, his presence a cold, sharp contrast to the burning heat of the werewolves. "The surface is in total chaos," Marrow reported, his voice a low, gravelly growl as he reloaded his Aether-cannon. "The military is scrambling, but they don't know what to shoot at. The world is watching the Arch, Xander. They’re seeing the 'Violet Corona.' There’s no hiding it anymore." "Good," Xander said, his hand finding Evangeline’s and squeezing it. His eyes were still glowing with the sapphire tint of her influence. "Because the owners of the light are finally stepping out of the dark. We finish this as one pack."

* Mabel mused. Suddenly, the moon brightened, casting a glittery glow in the middle of the field where the bonfire sat, and all sound and movement seized. The fire sizzled out in an instant, and everyone gravitated to their seats, leaving Emris and Faye in the open space. Nick stood up. "The sacred dance of our first parents, Lucan and Mireya. The performance that pleased our goddess, leading to the gift of a sacred and beautiful union between Lycans...will be performed by my son and his mate."

All twelve of them. The crowd runs in terror. Tegan burst through the crowd with his sword in hand. Yasoda joins him in the sprint. Tegan pushes his blade into the ground and makes short work of the path set out. The old man lets go of the chains from what he sees poking out of the ports. Triple barrel cannons that had arcane sigils glowing upon the metal. “Fuck the king.” He says before taking cover under the stage. The cannons begin firing. What they fire are consecrated orbs of arcane energy that explode on impact once landed. One of these cannon balls hit someone in the crowd and takes off their upper torso, many people meet the same fate. Yasoda breaks away from Tegan to help some of th

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?

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Two dark, treacherous pools threatening to drown me at any moment. “You have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know who I am, yet I haven’t the faintest idea who you are. Care to help make us even?” I casually ask. An amused smirk creeps up his face as he takes a step forward, his hand outstretched and seeking my own. “Armand Aguilar, it is a pleasure and an honour to meet the renowned Aconite.” With a quirk of my eyebrow, I shake his hand. His hand is warm and soft as satin, yet I’m sure if he put in the effort his grip would be as firm as a snake capturing its prey.

Kira asked. "Vance and five cohorts of plainclothes vanguard warriors will already be dispersed inside the crowd," Cassian said, his voice dropping into a razor-thin promise of total ruin. "The moment your magic flares, Thorne secures the high archers, Vance takes the central platform, and I take Vane's head." Kira closed her fingers tightly around the bone key, slipping it safely inside the lining of her leather boot. She stepped closer, reaching up to cup Cassian’s sharp jawline with both hands, her moonlight-silver hair spilling over his hands.