Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

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

“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.”

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.

“This is it. We move out at sundown.” His team nodded, their eyes hard with resolve. No more words were needed. The dungeon was damp, the air thick with the scent of stone and mildew. Ariana stood with her back straight, her wrists bound. Melvin loomed before her, his smirk sharp and cruel. “The great Ariana Jeffery,” he mused, his fingers reaching for her mask. “Always hiding behind this thing, aren’t you?” She jerked her head back. “Don’t touch me.”

"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.