Staff Of Arcane Authority Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

This one didn’t knock. He appeared in the throne room in a flash of silver light and black smoke, dropping to one knee before us. He was old. Older than Darius. His robes were marked with symbols I didn’t recognize, and his eyes were pure white. “I am Magister Thorne of the Arcane Council,” he said, voice echoing in the chamber. “I come as the last neutral party before war begins. The other realms are mobilizing. They will not wait long.” He looked at Aria. Really looked, and his white eyes widened.

The Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was the most dreaded manifestation among arcane seekers. Even an Arcane High Priest wouldn't dare take it lightly. Once someone entered the manifestation, it would shift according to the conjurer's will, and escape was only possible by breaking it from within. Such an ancient manifestation was beyond anyone's knowledge, except for those few from the Dracotigris Order, Suncrest Sect, and Greenshade Guild who were just as old and close to death as Tobias was.

"Yeah… I agreed to do anything you ask me to and be at your fucking beck and call, but this? You know I can't be seen much in the kingdom, everyone thinks I'm dead." "The sacred magical staff shouldn't land in the wrong hands, Alpha. The one who has it can wield any kind of magic even if they are not a mage. Do you know what else the staff can do?" She asks, leaning over the desk. "It can harness enough magical fire to wipe out an entire army of Lycans," she adds and sits back. "So tell me again that you don't want to find it." My brows meet as I try to figure out who would steal the sacred magical staff from the ancient tombs knowing fully well it's forbidden.

Standing around the massive, white marble map table were the only four individuals who possessed the security clearance to access Level Two of the dungeons: Beta Torin, General Kael, Elder Vance, and a man I had not formally met yet the High Warlock of the Northern Shadows, an ancient, skeletal man wrapped in dark crimson robes. They all snapped to attention the second we crossed the threshold. "Sire," Torin breathed, his amber eyes darting from Silas to me. Torin’s nostrils flared involuntarily. I watched the realization hit him like a physical blow. The gruff, battle hardened Beta swallowed hard, his posture instantly shifting from military readiness to absolute, biological submission. He

Seraphina joined in, their voices merging in a powerful incantation. But as the last syllable left their lips, a powerful force knocked them off their feet, sending them sprawling. From the shadows, a figure emerged, draped in a cloak of darkness, its face obscured. In its hand, it held a staff that pulsed with a malevolent energy. With a voice that sent shivers down their spines, the figure declared, "The temple's secrets are not for you to uncover. Leave now, or face the consequences."

"Those who hold power must protect the people. If an emperor neglects his duties, it is the duty of the Arcana to set things straight." She repeated those words a lot of times that I had lost count of how many times she said that same statement. She kept on mentioning Arcana, which I found a bit annoying at times because I was ignorant of what it was. I once asked her about it but she told me that the right time will come for me to know, leaving me more puzzled.

The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power. Aria's grandfather, Mtungagore, the Azanian warlock, recognizes the urgency of the situation. As a guardian and ally, he understands the gravity of protecting me and Summer from further harm. With a flick of his aged hand, he deploys his expertise, creating intricate barriers that prove impenetrable to Vornt's minions.

It was none other than an elder under Gabriel, who had fled earlier! Swoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh— Then, several figures appeared behind the elder. It was Gabriel and his followers. “Gabriel Grant, damn you!” The anger that the experts from the Arcane Immortal Union had been suppressing exploded at that moment. “How dare you return now? Today, the Arcane Immortal Union will eradicate you demons and uphold the heavens!” With that, the experts led by Cloud charged. “When it comes to ridding demons, count the Draco clan in!” Lionel also shouted and led his experts forward.