Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

Aric, Kaida, and Malachi stepped forward, their melodies of compassion and unity shining brightly, ready to face this ultimate challenge. With a surge of power, Aric raised his hands, calling upon the symphony's melodies to strengthen his spirit. A brilliant light enveloped him, infusing his melodies with an ethereal radiance. He channeled the essence of the symphony, unleashing a torrent of harmonic energy that surged towards Morvain, dispelling the darkness that clung to its form.

she introduced, taking Lowena's hand and helping her. Lowena's eyes widened in shock, and she leaped to her feet as if a strong man had jerked her upright. "Nice to meet you," Lowena smiled, "You're powerful." "I am magic," she replied. "What do you mean?" Lowena questioned. Arcana dropped her head, inhaled sharply, and smiled before presenting a chalice to Lowena. There were two separate pictures of the tarot card that Lowena received on either side of the old chalice. It was heavy in her hands, cold, nearly chilling her to the bone. She glanced down at the clear liquid and took a sip. It was sickeningly sweet, so it made her mouth tighten in response. As she swallowed, it was as if an inci

“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.”

But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck stand on end. The daughter was also exquisite, much like her mother and they both have the same hair color and texture. Her brown and wavy hair is swept excellently on her shoulders, and her ocean blue eyes seem very vast and virtuous, and her face resembles an angel. Her fine, crimson lips were curved in a crooked smile that cheers you up just by taking a close look at it.

Reyna- “It has been a week since the CEO of Wolf Tech has gone missing. For those that don’t know, he is the creator of the virtual reality game, known as Arcane Realm. The game has become exceedingly popular since it was first announced to be released a year ago. Many had lined up to purchase the gear needed to play the game. Since it was released the day before CEO Luka Alder went missing, it has been a popular topic. Arcane Realm was created as a fantasy role-playing game…” The lady on the radio continued talking, but I reached over and turned it off.

Before you stopped pretending this could be kept a secret. Lysera's blade was halfway out of its sheath before Selene could react. Give us your name. The woman gave a slight inclination of her head. Archivist Maelreth. From the Conclave of the Deep Index. Aurek's jaw tightened, his expression hardening. You keep track of anomalies. "I write down the inevitable," Maelreth said. Her gaze slid to Selene and paused. A spark of surprise flashed in her eyes. And you are…ahead of schedule.