Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

Only Melinda and Diana stepped into the stone circle at the cavern’s heart. A simple altar had been set: a slab of basalt, runes burned into it, the sigils wet and smoking faintly from earlier practice. Around the slab, Melinda had arranged ten vials in a precise pattern, a ring of glass that caught the moon and turned it scarlet. Each vial was a world in itself: thick, ancient colors moved inside, breathing with light that did not belong to the night. Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise:

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 sat down, eagerly digging in, all the while thinking about how much smoother things had gone than he expected. No Talon, good food, Zedekiel was getting treated, and a chance to rest. It wasn’t so bad after all. After finishing his meal, Alaric sat back in his chair, letting out a contented sigh. There was no fruit salad but the food was good. He reached into his robes and pulled out a shard of the contact mirror. It was a mirror that enabled one to contact anyone from anywhere. The enchanted piece shimmered faintly as he whispered a spell, summoning the reflection of his second in command, the Veilkeeper of the Nightshade Coven, Lyca.

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.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

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.