Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

“What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?” He let the question hang like bait. A single hand rose, calm and deliberate. Selene Asterhold didn’t even glance around. Her fingers held a pen mid-air, as if she could go right back to writing mid-sentence. Viorell raised his brows. “Ah. The lady from House Asterhold. Go ahead.” Selene adjusted her glasses, voice cool and composed. “Every mage is born with what’s called the Veins of Arcana—invisible energy channels that run throughout the body. They’re the pathways that control how mana flows, builds, and is released.”

“Bring Maika to me. No guards. No titles. Just her and I. If she remembers everything… I owe her the truth.” Marcus nodded and turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Valus whispered into the empty hall: “You are not just Maika… you were Aster. And you bore the child of two bloodlines never meant to cross. Gods help us all.” The moonlight spilled gently over the ancient library nestled deep within the heart of the vampire kingdom. Its scent was a mix of old parchment, ink, and something faintly floral—perhaps the lavender oil still used to preserve some of the oldest scrolls. Maika stood before a towering bookshelf, her fingers trembling as they hovered above an aged leather-bound jo

The very air around these places crackled with dark energy, a palpable testament to the malevolent forces they wielded. One particular sorcerer, a gaunt man named Malkor, had proven to be exceptionally skilled in tracking Elara through the ley lines of the land. He claimed to be able to sense the disturbance in the magical currents caused by her presence, a ripple in the otherwise placid flow of arcane energy. Malkor worked closely with Isolde, his findings feeding directly into her operational plans. He would describe ethereal landscapes, the subtle shifts in the spiritual winds, and the faintest echoes of Elara’s power, painting a picture that allowed Isolde’s agents to narrow their search

I nodded slowly. “Thornveil construct. Outer access archives. Elegant. Precise work.” “Maelin.” The name stuck in my throat like dry mud. She knit her brow together. “She’s a containment specialist.” I explained quietly, “A witch who studies under Coven Thornveil. If her magic is that close to the archive walls without triggering an alarm, they’re waiting. Planning.” “To cage me?” Evelina asked softly. “To cage me,” I murmured. Lower now, “And anyone who dares come near me.”

it hissed. “No,” Evelyn said. “But I can send you back.” She stepped forward, her blood now glowing where it touched the runes. They lit up like stars, creating a cage around the monster. Maera’s voice rose. Virelith screamed. Evelyn shouted the final word of the spell— “Aria lumina!” With a final explosion of light, the creature vanished in a burst of black ash. — Silence fell. Evelyn dropped to her knees, panting.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

I don’t remember what almost killed me, but if it hadn’t been for Martin, it has completely erased me from this world, for which I am thankful. When I looked in the mirror again, I was surprised by what I saw... It was me, with multiple wounds. “W-what...?” I trembled and backed away from the mirror. “Fight, Ana. Take revenge on those who harmed us. Be an Ana Mystica.” I shivered and shook my head again before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. When I saw it had returned to normal, I sat on the bed, clutching my chest, because I was nervous.

I asked eagerly, wondering if only the witch of Avalon could teach me how to open the box and access the flame. “The-the box—BEWARE!” Tia Mel’s body began to shake uncontrollably. “The ancient force!” She let out an ear shattering high pitched scream. Blood and froth spewed from the corners of her mouth as she fell to the floor convulsing violently. “Beware!”she managed to gasp through clenched teeth, before her body went entirely still, limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Her eyes stared back at us, open wide and glassy, the pupils visible again but her body contorted and went deathly still. A/N: OH NO NOT MEL!!!!

"What are you talking about? Unmask herself?" The King stated explaining "As you well know my late wife, the Queen, was a hybrid. Half witch. Half Lycan. She was Arya's mother. The witch side, no matter the amount passed down, is always stronger with the next generation. It also allows them to have special abilities as well as being a Lycan. She has quite a few abilities from what we have discovered. Masking her scent is just one of those abilities she has explored. When she left her husband and declared herself rogue her scent didn't actually change to how a normal wolf or Lycans would when becoming rogue. She had to mask her scent and make herself smell like a rogue until her and the baby

Max replied, “When I return, you can punish me however you want, oh, great Alpha.” Alric hissed before pulling away, his head swaying disapprovingly at the ache that was filling his heart. He fished inside his jacket pocket and handed Max an amulet. He revealed, “Valencia especially made this for you. I hope you won’t go too far, for the magic will only work within the continent. Call on me whenever you are in trouble, but fucking please don’t find trouble.” Max nodded, and while accepting the amulet, he answered, “You’ll always be the first person I would call Alric, always will. Thank you… and goodbye.”