Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

No color came out but the orb still exploded. Kiri: Sister what was that orb? Melinda: A high orb. I skipped the medium orb and took him to a high orb and even so he destroyed it? By merely touching it? Kiri: Sister I think for this guy it's better we measure him at the council. Melinda: you mean- Kiri: Yes. Exactly what you are thinking. - And that brings us to where we are now. - Melinda: Lords of the council of Demons my name is Melinda Luxuria, present head of Ragnarok Demon Academy. Would you allow me to measure this human at the Demon King Supreme Orb?.....

"Six AM sharp. Squad One tags out, Squad Three tags in." Arlo's fingers fly across his keyboard, pulling up the roster. "Vera takes the perimeter. The Dark Elf from the training hall. Her archery is lethal." "True. But every high-ranking monster has an exploitable racial weakness," I say, flashing a wicked smirk. Arlo spins his chair around, his jaw surprisingly tense. "You mean...like sexually harassing a Throne Angel?" I grin. He'd monitored my entire audio feed. "You threatened to kiss a giant, floating eyeball," Arlo mutters, aggressively crossing his arms and looking away.

“The transfer will be quick but disorienting. Hold your breath and do not fight it.” The air around them grew heavy with crackling energy, and spectral lights danced between Escuridade’s outstretched hands. Amelia obeyed, stepping closer to stand beside Escuridade, her breath hitching as she felt the arcane energy pulsing around them, her hands clutching the fabric of the worn cloak instinctively. “Ready?” Escuridade asked, her purple eyes glowing brighter with concentrated power. Without waiting for a verbal response, she closed her eyes and began chanting in a language that sounded ancient and forbidden. The world around them blurred into a swirling vortex of darkness and light. Amelia’s s

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

"There are wards, cloaking spells, and ancient angelic protections known to the archives. I'm transmitting the schematics now. They're complex, they require immense focus and power to maintain, but they are your only chance of traversing the Maw without being swarmed." Ava's phone pinged several times. She scrolled through something, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Looks like a lot of cosmic knots and prayer beads. I'll need a few minutes to translate this angelic gibberish into something usable. And Misha, your raw power will be essential for weaving these. Think of it as… spiritual camouflage. Damon, your hellfire might also offer a unique frequency, a distortion field against their s

"I’ve brought what you asked for." He reached into his cloak and withdrew a long, silver key encrusted with coral ancient, pulsing faintly with forbidden runes. "The Key of Eldrin," Morgala whispered, her lips curving. "So it wasn’t destroyed after all." "You can breach the barrier now. But you promised me power," Azaro reminded her. His voice lowered, greedy with years of bitterness. "A seat beside your throne. Freedom from this cursed lineage." Morgala stepped through the water’s surface as if it were a doorway, emerging into the cavern with bare feet. She moved with ethereal grace, her presence flooding the chamber with a cold that crept into Azaro’s bones.

She signed and said it is only a person who has seen many deaths that can tell you the location of the wind. Strange woman, indeed she was but she opened up with time and shared her story. My name is Morgana and my parents are half witches and vampires, we all lived in a small town where Amelia found her mate(werewolf). We never met him or knew of his pack because he was so mysterious one day he carried Amelia and we never saw her again.

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

Lars found their arcane aura was easily distinguishable among the mythfolks and depthdwellers who brimmed of elementals. By this point, Lars had learned the difference between sensing energy presence on someone. Arcane aura takes form as a purple flame haze that burns brighter around the head. Meanwhile, elemental aura was evenly spread out to entire body and had calmer flare in its aura shape. Its aura color differs from red, blue, green, or others, depending the mythfolk's elements such as fire, water, plants etc.