Mel Arcane Season 1 Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

As she closed her eyes, she stretched her left arm. "Get the hell away from me!" A glowing light erupted on her left palm, firing a magical beam that threw Váhypták away and crashed into massive cave rocks from above. "W-what was that?" Arabelle look at her left hand. The maiden was perplexed by what happened.

“Alaric, you—there is no competition. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” He searched my face intently, his dark eyes probing, as if he were desperately trying to decipher the truth in my words, to truly believe me. “I just… I hate how damn calm he is around you, Elowen,” Alaric said finally, his voice quieter now, tinged with a reluctant admission. “Like he knows something that the three of us don’t. Like he already possesses a piece of you that none of us have ever truly touched.” I swallowed, the implication hanging heavy in the air. “Caelum’s… different, Alaric. He… he understands things about my magic. Things that even I don’t fully comprehend yet.”

i sob “I’m so sorry my darling, we didn’t mean to keep this truth from you” “ You sure did a good job at hiding it and letting me suffer the atrocity of being the odd one since childhood!” i spit loudly “Meredith and I were best friends. When we discovered this secret about Anoryl and their Dark magic projects, we wanted to run away. There was nothing in Anoryl for us, and we didn't want to be a part of their evil deeds. So we ran. Across the glaciers. Where we almost died. And when we reached Daryn we were immediately captured as prisoners. For two years. Although we were well fed and taken care of. A beautiful Darynem took a liking to me. She was called Amelia. And she helped us gain our f

I cut him off feeling the tears accumulate at the brim of my eyes, "Don't say that. What are you even talking about" "Lyra calm down. I'm doing all that I can. You passed out on our way to our destination and it's been a week now since we got home, you just woke up. I've run some spells and had doctors checked up on you but you're crying one of the most powerful Alpha's offspring, the chances of survival are only directed to the child and not to you Lyra. Your powers could tear you apart if you don't begin training and understanding in what way you could control them" he explains in one breath his words getting to me one after the other.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

Alaric let out a subtle chuckle, seeing Amethysta as a curious kitten. "They have always held a special place in mythology. They're often depicted as ancient and wise beings. Elves are portrayed as beings of great beauty, possessing extraordinary wisdom and magical abilities. And that's why I called you Miss Elf. If our pack had a unique being, that would be only you, Ami. No one possesses those purple eyes which you have as if it was something common here," he said, making her cheeks red. Other than her father, no one called her Ami. "I can call you Ami right... It's so long to call you Amethysta all the time." Alaric's words always surprised her. She slightly nodded, hiding her flushed fac

Covering the fingers should be enough for this spell. “Khambasa ga saori.” The revelation spell. A green smoke billowed from where the seal was and I watched as it swirled upwards and formed the image of a little girl. Games, games, games. The devil likes to play games. I smirked. There were plenty of devils in this world, but only two came to mind that was this infuriating. This is either Sufians’ doing... or Nailah's. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her.

The red eyes remained, but they were filled with fear. “This isn't over,” Alaric snarled. “I am part of the curse. As long as the curse exists, I will return.” “Then we will destroy the curse,” Siron replied, her voice firm and sounding foreign to her own ears. Morat looked at her with pride and tenderness. You are incredible. Alaric hissed, and then the monster’s form collapsed, turning into a green mist that shriveled and disappeared through the cracks in the floor, leaving behind the scent of rotting flowers.