Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

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 do you think you're doing? Have you no dignity?" "Mr. Simeon, she's no ordinary person! She's a menace; she's clearly possessed by some evil spirit! We must kill her!" Sometimes, arcane practices could affect the mind, turning perfectly rational people into fools. Aria wasn't about to let them think she was ignorant. She raised her hand casually. "Go on then. Your target is Virgil Jastrow in front of you. Behind me stands the arcane seeker who stopped you from reincarnating." As Aria spoke, a female figure shimmered into view beside her. Her death had clearly been horrific—blood still seeping from her thighs, her face completely battered.

“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

"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.”

she whispered coldly. With a flick of her arm, she hurled him away like a rag doll. He crashed into the ground, cracking the earth beneath him. Meanwhile, Amelia, though human and physically powerless, was a storm of arcane destruction. She had spent years at the side of the Head Witch, learning forbidden spells and collecting ancient curses. Now, she poured all of that dark knowledge into a single, desperate act.

I didn’t trust Melinda one bit and now that Anna’s ex was here, she could very subtly put thoughts in his head that might cause Anna harm. “Actually there is something else I wanted to talk to you about.” The serious tone in her voice made me remember that Miaka was not just our little sister, but also the woman who ruled over millions of demons. “It’s about ancient artifices.” “Ancient artifices?” I asked frowning. “Like the Arctic Blade?” I named the object that was used to destroy the Ancient that had woken up after thousands of years of sleep and had nearly killed my brother Erick’s bride.

Kimber and the others stared at her wondering what was so funny, but Marcu, Dr Grigo, and Drago just looked at them. “They know,” Madchen whispered, “Yes, they know we can mind link, our secret is out,” Throughout the report, Drago stayed with Madchen, keeping a possessive arm around her waist, at least until he had to let go, and take a look at one of his patients.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

“I’m sorry, Hilda. I should never have let it come to this.” “I don’t want apologies,” I snap. “I want a way to end this. If even one of those women is still alive, I want to save her. I won’t allow him to take me too. We have to stop him.” Soren nods, jaw tight. “We will. But we can’t rush him head-on. He’s too powerful. We need leverage. And to gain more knowledge.” My breath catches. “Knowledge?” His gaze flickers toward the trees. “Maelor gave me a book. He’s the warlock who used to stand at Arlo’s side. He says it contains counter-rituals. Spells that can disrupt what Arlo’s doing.”