Mylo Arcane Novels & Stories

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

Ace ruffled the kid's blonde hair that caught a sliver of the sun, making it look golden. "He's trying to be strong for mommy, isn't that right, Rhys?" A beautiful woman with similar golden locks came to the door. She couldn't have been much older than Ace with gentle features and piercing grey eyes. Ace's lips pressed in a thin line as he stood to his feet again, "He shouldn't have to, Gabby." "I know, I know," she sighed, gesturing with a gentle smile for Ace and me to come in before softly telling her son, "go finish up your lunch."

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

Relief rushed through me as the prospect of a peaceful future hit me. "I won’t say thank you for your help." Arlo pointed out. "Now hold out your arm." Obeying his command, I held up my arm and took in the arcana that had one-third of it missing. "You sure you don’t want to take advantage of the remaining time?" "No." "Then I wish you the best." Lowering my gaze, I watched as Arlo stuck his nail into the end of the arcana, making it start to glow. As he spoke in a strange tongue, it began to slowly fade along with the world around me until all that was left was darkness.

Very gruesome but at least we’re allowed to shift. An Arcapy is a beast that dwells in caves just outside of our campus. It looks like a combination of different animals, with sharp claws and scales covering its body. It has horns, fangs, and a menacing, wild look. We have to hunt it, kill it and then bring back it’s head. It would be simple enough if they weren’t so fierce about protecting their territory. I’m excited for the hunt and I can’t wait to see how my little lucky charm handles this one.

The melanin with short pixie hair squealed in excitement. I gave her a wink and she gasped in shock. “Please do well to introduce yourself ladies” I said with a huge smile. “I'm Esther Faux, I'm 20 years old and an upcoming model!" The melanin said quickly. She obviously wanted me to like her. Unfortunately, she didn't interest me much. “My name is Annabelle King and I'm a fan of your model work, very elegant” The other said with a bowed head, she seemed kinda shy and quiet.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

"I’ve brought what you asked for." He reached into his cloak and withdrew a long, silver key encrusted with coral ancient, pulsing faintly with forbidden runes. "The Key of Eldrin," Morgala whispered, her lips curving. "So it wasn’t destroyed after all." "You can breach the barrier now. But you promised me power," Azaro reminded her. His voice lowered, greedy with years of bitterness. "A seat beside your throne. Freedom from this cursed lineage." Morgala stepped through the water’s surface as if it were a doorway, emerging into the cavern with bare feet. She moved with ethereal grace, her presence flooding the chamber with a cold that crept into Azaro’s bones.

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.”

“Fall back!” Kael’s voice cracked like a whip the moment the Arcana sentinel dragged its full arm through the fractured archway. Blackstone dust showered the corridor as ancient runes burst apart. The creature’s limb—long, sleek, carved from a single piece of obsidian and threaded with pale-blue veins—scraped across the floor with a metallic shriek. Lyra’s guards leapt back, halberds raised. “It’s moving! IT’S MOVING—” Rian wailed.