Mel Arcane Season 1 Novels & Stories

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

“They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.” “Do you know a lot about the angels?” I ask. He nods. “I used to sit in on Council meetings when Alpha’s mother was the leader of our pack. Before I became the pack doctor I was the head warrior and the Alpha’s lead advisor,” he explains. I grit my teeth as he pulls a tiny sliver of glass from my temple. “Did you know my parents?” I ask. “What’s your name?” “Luciana Morgenstern.” His eyes widen. “Well no wonder they wanted you dead,” he mutters.

|| Lilac’s POV || The moment Alaric's teeth left my neck, the world erupted into chaos. "The game has begun," Alaric murmured against my skin, his breath hot where he'd just marked me. I smiled, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood on my lips. "Yes." A scream ripped through the hall as one of the serving girls' faces began to melt, her delicate features sloughing away to reveal the withered visage of a crone beneath. The scent of rotting herbs and burnt magic flooded the air.

The exquisite joy Arlo and I should be sharing. If I am to die here today, I’ll do so on my own terms. He won’t see me cower. I glare at him, a triumphant smirk pulling at my lips despite the agony raking through me. He has no idea what’s coming for him. He doesn’t see Cerelia move. A flash of silver. A blur of motion. The dagger I once placed in her hands finds its mark and Maelor’s blood soaks into the earth. Maelor stiffens, his breath hitching, a strangled sound leaving his lips as the blade sinks deep between his ribs. His body shudders, his magic folding inward, collapsing like a dying star. His mouth opens, eyes wild with rage and disbelief, but no words come. He staggers once, then c

***************** Amelia laid in her bed having the best time, knowing that her rival id out of the way when she sensed Lucifer coming. * I think we are in trouble* Tonith, her wolf whispered. " Fuck!! I know that he might think that it was me that's why I will play the victim" Amelia replied coldly. * If it works for you then it's good but if it doesn't then we are dead for real* Tonith snapped and went quite. Lucifer superspeed to her, throwing her to wall, crashing her back instantly. He's eyes turned red, he pinned her neck tightly, causing her to loss breath.

Marcus spat defiantly. "Please, Amelia, let us handle this," Thorin pleaded, his claws extending with a thirst for retribution. "Enough!" Amelia held up a hand, her mind a battlefield. "Do what you must." She turned away, unable to witness the dark deed she sanctioned. The sounds that followed haunted her—a symphony of pain and primal justice. When at last silence returned, it was a void filled with the bitter taste of necessity. "Amelia," Gabriel approached her softly. "He spoke before the end. Drago will strike at the next full moon. At the place where the curse began."

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Voices whispered in a language she almost understood, images of ancient forests and ceremonies under the full moon danced behind her closed eyelids. "She's burning up," Cael growled when they finally reached the private quarters. Jarek was already waiting for them, his face still pale from the previous battle, but his eyes alert. "What happened?" "Magic," Marcos answered, bandaging his own wound with trembling hands. "The kind that shouldn't exist." Cael laid Aurora carefully on the bed, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he removed her blood-stained coat. "Call the healer. And... Elder Moira."

“He wants my throne. Your crown. And our children. He wants to end prophecy and forge a new world of his own making.” Elianna’s grip tightened. “Then we end him.” Behind them, Elliot approached with Seraphina. Both were ready for war—Elliot with a silver helm under his arm, his expression sharp with tension; Seraphina glowing faintly with celestial energy, her staff etched with moonstone. “The scouts confirmed it,” Seraphina said grimly. “Malric is coming personally. He’s cloaked in death spells. He’s bringing reapers, banshees, corrupted knights, and a new beast—a shadowdrake bound in blood.”

Lance is looking sour faced and pale, standing still as a statue and I now notice he has an arrow sticking out of his arm. “I decree that from this moment forth my daughter Lilliana Pendragon is free to marry, whomever she chooses and, that the man she marries, will have equal power to hers as King of Dracovia.” Stunned silence follows as the Kings speech reaches its conclusion and I’m unsure what will happen next. Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;