Stanwick Arcane Novels & Stories

*** Levi’s POV “This place gives me the creeps,” I tell Stan, “Do you come here often?” The store where Stan’s contact works is filled with what I assume are ingredients for dark curses. The bottles on the walls are labeled with the strangest of things. Pig’s blood, bat wings, eyes of assorted creatures. Grave dust. A skeleton of something that looks like a manticore, if such things really existed. Then I realize that if that thing is real, I don’t want to know.

She hadn't expected there was another side to him. Aria waved him off. "It's not that big a deal. You heard about the recent epidemic, right? It was man-made. Next time, they might hit us using esoteric arts, manifestations, or arcane methods. "We have an arcane seeker here in Grindham, and it's Mr. Wagner Senior. Just think about why he's called an arcane seeker—obviously because he's really good at it. So, I want you to sniff around for clues. "After all, when arcane seekers like you bump into each other, you can't totally hide your energy."

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!!!

Kiara: The next time I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is my decaying arm. That’s the power of Argentum. It’s not just any stake, but the most dreaded stake by werewolves. I might wonder how Zane got a hold of it, but he loathes wolves and hunts them down. Even with the pain I’m going through, I get out of bed. This is when I note my environment. This isn’t the dungeon or the mansion, because the bed is rather small, and the furniture looks old and weird.

And that rankled more than I wanted it to. When I resurfaced, it was with necessity as my excuse. I needed new sigil chalk. My last set had long since degraded, and the precise blend used in Obscura’s binding circles was not something I could reproduce from memory. The only place to get it was the restricted stack of magical components kept in the lower west archive, locked under key, under ward, and watched by a vampire with a knack for seeing things that no one else wanted her to. She was there when I arrived. Bent over a table of relic reports, gloved hands stained with the powdery blue dust of aura-laced pigment. She did not look up at first, but I could feel the precise moment that she