Mel Arcane Season 1 Novels & Stories

Drake was still fighting Altair, he growled at Alarick as if telling Alarick to stop what he was doing. However, now all the elves were protecting Alarick as Altar ordered. The dragons and forest elves had a hard time breaking through the defenses of the elves and werewolves who were very strong. "Good, Alaric. You won't regret this," said Anna. The blood red moon light began to illuminate the ruby's heart and pulled it out. “Altar's spell was placed on the flat rock. Read it and say June Hanson's name at the end of each lyric," Anna said again.

I tried to crawl toward him, but Marcus grabbed my arms, pinning me back. "Let go of me, Marcus!" I screamed, kicking at his shins. "He's your Alpha!" "He’s a liability now, Elara," Marcus grunted, his grip tightening. "Seraphina is our only chance at surviving the mess he just made." Caleb let out a sound that haunted my soul—a howl of pure agony as the magic forced his shadow back into his pores. His eyes flickered, the black receding to show the terrified amber underneath. "Elara..." he gasped, his hand reaching out toward me, trembling. "Run..."

Elder Miriam was here. I opened my eyes, which burned with tears. Alaric. He had taken the blow for me. My head was half-buried in his chest, and his breaths had turned ragged. His body shook with the force of it, and I began to panic. Move, I told myself, forcefully pushing myself up. Alaric leaned against me, his breaths shallow, and I watched Beta Declan and Elder Miriam corner Seraphina. I felt reassured for a second, and I played my hands against Alaric's chest. The dark energy had burrowed deeply into him.

Enhanced by every dark ritual and fae enchantment he has forced into his body. But I can feel the difference now. The realm is turning against him. The magic pouring through the bridge flows past him like water around a stone. Through me. Through Seraphina. Through the future we are building. Malrec snarls and unleashes a torrent of flame. I crash through it. My claws rake across his chest. His scales crack beneath the force. He recoils. For the first time since this battle began— He looks uncertain. “You feel it,” I say.

She lit a lantern and began leafing through the records of rogue activity from decades ago. One symbol kept repeating — a crescent moon eclipsed by claws. It had been used before Marcus… by a rogue elder named Alaric. A name long thought to be legend. But as she read, the pieces began to fall into place: Alaric, a once-banished seer, had promised to return “when the blood moon rose to devour the peace of wolves.” Kate’s nightmares, the whispers, the sensation of being watched — they all suddenly made a chilling kind of sense.

[Kaydence] It's been two months since we lost Arthur in the battle for Avalon. Two agonizing months since my best friend fell into an enchanted sleep. I watch my mentor, Merlin Devona, cry over her every night. She tries to hide it from everyone else, but I know. How could I not? We spend most mornings together working on my skills as a paladin. I'm getting stronger, and more skilled, but not nearly as strong or as skilled as I was in my past life as Sir Kay. Kay had a lifetime to learn. I've only been at it a couple of months, and I know this, but it still doesn't keep the whole situation from feeling pointless and frustrating.

Before I finished, he transpired in front of me, in all of his glory, levitating above the ground. His wings are black but heavily tinged with neon crimson fire and embers. He looked like a divine, fierce, fiendish and infernal version of a phoenix, all at the same time. I looked small as a mouse when compared to him, and I am a tall girl, probably thanks to Malleteagan‘a genes. The fiery halo surrounded Marcellus’ head, forming a crown around his auburn hair, which was falling down his back in all of its magnificence. Black pentagrams on Marcellus’ forearms now bleed in an intense neon mixture of crimson and obsidian, along with ember-etched runes that rippled and relocated their position o

Kael leaped and attacked, his jaws covered in blood, but even he knew this was just the beginning. Lucien stood at a distance, watching with a smile. “Burn it all,” he ordered. His men howled and pushed forward. But then something changed. A loud howl rose from inside the pack house. Not Damien. Not Kael. Not any of the warriors. It was different—high, clear, powerful, full of light. Every head turned. Even Lucien froze. Elara stood outside now, her hair blowing in the wind, her eyes glowing golden. She had not fully shifted yet, but the energy around her was strong, almost holy.

Her hair—two perfect curled strands—lit up in a puff of smoke. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to ruin. Marcella shrieked. One of her entourage screamed and fell back. “Oh no,” I said flatly, completely unbothered. “Did I do that? Silly me. Mana control’s still a little shaky.” Alaric, at my side now, didn’t even flinch. His lips twitched upward instead—just a ghost of approval. “My lady!” one of Marcella’s girls wailed. “Your gown!”