Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

“Then maybe you should stop seeing her as a girl.” Kael blinked. “She’s not just Aria,” Maela said. “She’s a storm. A prophecy. A sword and shield and reckoning wrapped in flesh. And when she fully wakes, gods help whoever tries to cage her.” Kael stared into the fire. “And if that includes me?” Maela’s voice broke. “Then you deserve to burn.” That night, Maela stood once more in the forest clearing, the satchel long delivered. Daren leaned close, voice like oil.

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

“We have only one chance. You must call Selaria’s essence now, Autumn. She must be the one to finish what was once begun.” Zane’s jaw clenched. “And if he breaks through before that?” The Priestess met his gaze. “Then you must hold him. Protect Autumn, no matter what.” Without hesitation, Zane moved beside Autumn, slipping his fingers through hers. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I know.” The air grew colder. The mountain began to rumble. Suddenly — a scream ripped through the night. A dark vortex opened above the altar — and Malrik’s form emerged from it, twisted and monstrous. His voice thundered with rage and torment.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Jake Hayes’ POV A wave of whispers washes over me. It's an uncanny sensation, as if every person in the room is staring directly at me, judging me. The murmurs grow louder, and I can't make out any distinct words, just a chorus of agitated voices. As I walk forward with Aviana holding my arm, the stares become glares, and the whispers grow to hisses. I feel as though I'm walking through a minefield, one that's ready to explode at any moment. The pressure is intense, the tension almost unbearable. It's as if the entire room, every person in it, is against me.

The girl stirred in her father’s arms and spoke weakly. “We need to go with them. There’s trouble… full moon… the veil… dead ones.” Theia mumbled and then became unconscious again. Her parents didn’t need more encouragement, they agreed to come with us. “Do you think you can teleport us all back?” I asked Gavrael. “I think so, I don’t think that power was affected or I wouldn’t have been able to bring us back from the volcano. It takes more out of me to do that than moving within this realm.” He replied.

Melanie focused her powers and energy on getting the dragon stuck to the ground and also ruining the animal in the process. I stared in awe as red rays emitted from the dragon and got transferred to Melanie. “What the hell is that?” “She’s draining its powers.” Morgana answered. “It’s dangerous,” “We need to stop here.” Morgan stated as he moved closer to Melanie. I averted my gaze from them just in time to see Melanie finish off the animal by slitting it with the sacred knife. The dragon faded immediately. Morgan hastened his steps as he tried to hold Melanie from behind. But his journey was stopped when Melanie turned instinctively and threw a fire ball at him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t d

**** Makaila's POV I woke up to a very bad headache. I touched my head and felt something wet. I looked at my hand and saw blood. Another wave of pain hit me and I groaned. I looked around and saw I was in a very dark room but the ray of light from the very high window made me see. Suddenly everything started flashing back. Christian and Nigel yelling at each other, me running out, the black car parking, some men holding me and suddenly black out. It's so obvious now. I have being kidnapped and no doubt by my father. But who were the people helping him? My father has nothing and I doubt he can afford thugs and stuff. He must be working for someone really big.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

She asked, her eyes turning white as she powered the arcane eye. “Yes mam” Froster was a Dragonwolf, their kind did not acknowledge fear. But he knew that activating the eye would reveal the tendrils of energy that had encapsulated the island. He saw the tendrils just before they arrived, the pulsing mass of wild radiance that grew and shrunk with every beating second. An indicator that confirmed the presence of uncontrollable if not infernal arcane magic.