Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

She smiled cryptically. “Before we enter, Ryker, I need to confess. I chose the wrong path in life, caring about nothing. My time in the dungeon made me realize my mistakes, especially how I abandoned Ivan,” Melina said, her voice filled with emotion I struggled to believe. Indifferent to her confession, I asked her to lead the way. As she stepped into the dense forest, she suddenly moaned in pain. Black flames engulfed her body, and it was too late despite my attempts to douse them with magic. Melina passed away before my eyes.

A head emerged from the cloud wrapped around Arista’s wrist, transforming into sharp thorns stabbing towards Martha Marriott. Alpha Maeva’s voice echoed in Arista’s mind: “I can’t control Ellise for long, Arista. Put on Dominic’s armor, let’s go.” But Arista didn’t respond. The magical force of Ellise clashed with Martha Marriott, the impact strong enough to make Arista fall to the ground in the Red Moon pack palace’s cloud tiles. Smoke billowed around her as she sat, asking Alpha Maeva but also questioning herself: “Where else can I go...”

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

She hated being watched, especially by someone hiding in the dark and poking at her inner energy. “Who could that be? Someone from the Bureau of Magic and Healing? The Archmage? Or maybe a spy sent by the Queen Mother or Lady Ava?” Melva muttered as she guided Althea back to the nearest chair. “I only came to bring you some cut fruits,” Melva added quickly.

It was a small comfort in this unfamiliar place. A wooden signpost caught her attention, the carved letters weathered but still legible against the dark grain. An arrow pointed left, bearing the words "Limdrion University," while another directed right toward something called "The Melanthor." She hesitated, her scholar's curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar term. The word had an ancient elven root, melan, meaning "knowledge" or "secrets." Secrets were precisely what she needed now.

Leela stepped closer to the table, her silver eyes burning with a fierce, protective light. "Everything they wore, everything they used to restrain their victims that we thought was carved ivory or mother of pearl," Leela explained, her voice slicing through the horrified silence like a silver blade. "It was elemental bone. Vane figured out how to charge the harvested bone with elemental energy, using their own magic to create an invisible, impenetrable cloak."

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

Amaris took Amethyst hand as she took Dailon's hand. Once everyone was holding a hand, Dailon spoke up. "What now?" "We summon our libraries, close your eyes and think about it, once you've got the imagine whisper Cicilune cumoratus apperiaous, it's Pnevum my ancient language, it's quite handy for summoning a lot of things," Marcella told them. They all closed their eyes thinking about their secret libraries, "Cicilune cumoratus apperiaous." They all whispered at the same time, gasps of shocked escaped them as they felt a whip of dark magic coming from Adrian.

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag