Melvika Arcane Novels & Stories

“You know his Mother is also a very powerful witch, right?” Sharply, my attention shifted to Adonis again. “Huh?” Adonis scoffed. “Do you even know the guy? I thought you guys were friends?” I shook my head trying to brush him off and maintain my cover. “No, yeah, we are, but we just met a few days ago.” “That explains a lot then.” “So his Mother is a witch?” “Yeah, and she is also our pack’s witch. The all-powerful witch, Lady Aria. That alone should tell you what raw potential Melvin has.”

Said Aaron. His voice was eerie and the ambience was fearful. It was deeper, indeed it wasn't Aaron. This was the speaking of Valac. Maria instantly arose without crease and her eyes suddenly glowed the matching colour of Aaron's left hand, the blue colour. This indeed wasn't the Maria known, this was Morgana. Aaron just practiced an act, so dark that in the history of magic, it never had been practiced. The summoning of two high beings (Valac and Morgana) at the same time without falling dead instantly.

“His mother is one of the mysteries of both this estate and family but the girl servants like to gossip and as much as we discredit most of what they say, there was this one time we had strong suspicions it was correct—a very strong one. A maid, Marina, overheard a conversation between the old patriarch, Mr. Terence Hawthorne, and a cleaner at the office. He was paying her off. Her name was Martha Sterling.” Kallista schooled her expression carefully as she absorbed the information, her mind racing. “Wow,” she murmured. “That's something I guess. Did you ever confirm?” Delia studied her for a long moment. Then, she gave her a small, knowing smile. “If there’s one thing you should know about

A burning pain flared at her ear as a chill of death seeped into her body through her pores, causing her meridians to throb with pain. "Pfft—" Amelia staggered back several steps, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. This time, she could no longer suppress the turmoil within her body. The deathly energy of the Arcane Skill of the Netherworld clung to her like a festering sore. Once it invaded, it would ravenously consume her internal energy and corrode her meridians. She could clearly feel her strength draining at an alarming rate, and even began to experience slight dizziness.

“Then maybe you should stop seeing her as a girl.” Kael blinked. “She’s not just Aria,” Maela said. “She’s a storm. A prophecy. A sword and shield and reckoning wrapped in flesh. And when she fully wakes, gods help whoever tries to cage her.” Kael stared into the fire. “And if that includes me?” Maela’s voice broke. “Then you deserve to burn.” That night, Maela stood once more in the forest clearing, the satchel long delivered. Daren leaned close, voice like oil.

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

“We have only one chance. You must call Selaria’s essence now, Autumn. She must be the one to finish what was once begun.” Zane’s jaw clenched. “And if he breaks through before that?” The Priestess met his gaze. “Then you must hold him. Protect Autumn, no matter what.” Without hesitation, Zane moved beside Autumn, slipping his fingers through hers. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I know.” The air grew colder. The mountain began to rumble. Suddenly — a scream ripped through the night. A dark vortex opened above the altar — and Malrik’s form emerged from it, twisted and monstrous. His voice thundered with rage and torment.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Jake Hayes’ POV A wave of whispers washes over me. It's an uncanny sensation, as if every person in the room is staring directly at me, judging me. The murmurs grow louder, and I can't make out any distinct words, just a chorus of agitated voices. As I walk forward with Aviana holding my arm, the stares become glares, and the whispers grow to hisses. I feel as though I'm walking through a minefield, one that's ready to explode at any moment. The pressure is intense, the tension almost unbearable. It's as if the entire room, every person in it, is against me.

The girl stirred in her father’s arms and spoke weakly. “We need to go with them. There’s trouble… full moon… the veil… dead ones.” Theia mumbled and then became unconscious again. Her parents didn’t need more encouragement, they agreed to come with us. “Do you think you can teleport us all back?” I asked Gavrael. “I think so, I don’t think that power was affected or I wouldn’t have been able to bring us back from the volcano. It takes more out of me to do that than moving within this realm.” He replied.