Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

~Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you.~ Xavier POV: I have been noticing that Arcane has been avoiding me like a plague. Something is surely going through her head but what is it that is making her keep her distance from me? The days when Dad told me about Melissa, I did not know what to do. However, when I started to gain control over my thoughts, something clicked in my mind. 'Melissa is a stage 4 cancer patient. Her life is reduced to a few months or a year at most and after her death, the marriage between Dad and her will be annulled. Then, we will have no relationship with Arcane and I can be together with her.'

"I know, but I'm not worried about myself.” Aria began the incantations — whispers that I could barely hear. The room flickered with pale light as glowing marks traced themselves onto Melina’s skin. Aria continued what a chant, her voice echoed like a song from a different universe. Melina's body started twitching, as her fingers curled and her back arched in a forceful way. The lights above blinked. The air in the room got thick, filled with ancient powers. Then, a loud gasp. Melina sprang up, her eyes wide and flashing red.

she introduced, taking Lowena's hand and helping her. Lowena's eyes widened in shock, and she leaped to her feet as if a strong man had jerked her upright. "Nice to meet you," Lowena smiled, "You're powerful." "I am magic," she replied. "What do you mean?" Lowena questioned. Arcana dropped her head, inhaled sharply, and smiled before presenting a chalice to Lowena. There were two separate pictures of the tarot card that Lowena received on either side of the old chalice. It was heavy in her hands, cold, nearly chilling her to the bone. She glanced down at the clear liquid and took a sip. It was sickeningly sweet, so it made her mouth tighten in response. As she swallowed, it was as if an inci

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

"Don't you, Hyntece?" Hyntece. Melvin's earlier identity. "Listen carefully." He outstretched his hand, levitating a red aquatic orb with the face of the girl Melvin cherished. Arlyaen cracked his knuckles and deepened the grip. "She, is the last step to achieving the dream all of us have been dreaming of. One more step to go. Keep that in your mind, and nothing shall come in your way." Arlyaen squeezed his palm tightly, and an amber glow shone through, casting a sinister light on his face. When he opened his hand again, the earlier spheroid had crumbled into nothing but charred flakes.

"You should have seen their faces! Darius looked like I'd slapped him. Aldric looked confused. It was beautiful." "Miraeve, I'm still waiting for the part about the hunchback." "That's what I'm telling you! So Marl has this friend. This ugly, twisted hunchback girl named Thra. And when I tried to take Marl, she stepped in front of me and told me no." Draevon stopped drumming his fingers. "She told you no?" "She told me NO!" Miraeve's eyes lit up with the memory. "Can you believe it? This nobody, this ugly hunchback that everyone was laughing at, she looked me straight in the face and said I wasn't taking her friend anywhere."

“We left you a war. You made it into a garden.” “I haven’t finished anything,” Ari replied. “Only begun.” Mira nodded. “You’re not here for praise.” “No.” “You’re here for warning.” Mira waved her hand, and the grove shimmered. A rift opened in the air a narrow crack glowing with violet flame. “Not all wounds can be healed by growth,” she said. From within the crack, Ari saw a figure a warlord cloaked in corrupted Pact symbols. His hands glowed with twisted runes: Repurpose. Bind. Consume.

"Because it demands unity of purpose. Not of heart. If you are bound by love, the relic will refuse you." Derek's face set in a stern expression. Diva's breast constricted in despair. But she nodded. "Teach me how." --- Next morning, beneath a sky dotted with gold and rose, Derek and Diva stood alone together on the lake shore. Mira cast a spell of apartness—a circle of moonlight around each of them. "When you arrive at Arknor," she said, "one of you will have to enter the inner vault alone. The artifact is within. Bring nothing with you but what you need. Then return."

Anna—or should I call her Melucia—had fainted the second her eyes met mine. She hadn’t just collapsed; she’d clutched her chest, her face twisted in pain, as if something inside her cracked open. Then she’d dropped, her body crumpling to the floor like a lifeless rag doll. Her gasp still echoed in my head over and over again like a broken record. The witches had warned me of such a thing happening. This was the price she’d pay for using forbidden magic, for tearing the veil between life and death to seek revenge for her murdered coven.