Stillwater Arcane Novels & Stories

With a melodious yet powerful voice, she began to summon her spirit guardian by reciting the incantation in an ancient tongue, and which translated as follow: 'O Guardians of the astral world, I call you to my side. Reveal my spirit animal, my protector, and guide. Heed my summons! Hear my cry! Show me the power, beauty, and grace. In the radiant eyes of my guardian's face.' Sure enough, the circle and symbols began to glow softly on the ground. After a moment, the first spark crackled and the crystal stone shot up in the air. Almost at once, other sources of light appeared from the four corners of the sky like long-tailed comets. Everyone looked up as they saw the light flying fast towards

Besides that, he was still able to use his arcane summoner skills, but they seemed much weaker than how they came out when the Stone Axe Minotaur's medallion was in his hands. 'It seems that I should aim for another before I think of using that spirit skill again or wait on Kirou to come up with a stronger weapon. If these daggers are anything to go by, the medallion will be able to allow me to use my arcane summoner skills as they should without suffering too much at the lack of a spirit.' Having thought up to hear, Mistaken Fox tightened his fists around the daggers now in his hands. Mistaken Fox then put the daggers away before disappearing via , heading somewhere else

Her breathless state in the street had been from failing him with Clarissa. “What are they doing?” Arcadia asked in a whisper. There was no way that the purple sage or Clarissa could hear them from across the noisy bar. But Stefan knew she felt a special connection to the ancient magics. “Clarissa is being blessed with a vision right now.” He twisted his words when he said ‘blessed’. It was rarely a blessing in his experience. But Arcadia already knew what they were doing. He wondered why she asked. “Yeah, but why?” She asked, extending her question a few seconds longer than necessary.

hissed Dion, “How did I not sense you?” “Riverswell is such an Arrogant country. It puts Arcane magic above all other magic!” Nervinda spat “It has made you weak! You have forgotten the other three types of magic: Elemental, Wild and Chaos. Unfortunately for you, we have become very skilled in Chaos magic” She smiled. Suddenly the remaining 7 dance ladies started to shift into Werebears..... “Oh, shit!” Jamie said

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, his posture freezing into that of a predator ready to spring. "That wasn't Kaelen," Silas growled, the human warmth entirely gone from his voice, replaced by the lethal edge of the Alpha of the North. He looked back at me, his hands sliding down to grip my shoulders. "You stay here. Deep in the archive, the stone is reinforced with ancient runes. The black water can't reach you here, and neither can whatever just shook this mountain. Martha, guard her with your life."

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

Enkille smiled and strolled near the young ruler of Argia. They walked at a steady pace, not losing their guards down. They heightened their senses for a possible surprise attack or an ambush. It seemed that their deities were looking after them because they reached the end of the tunnel without trouble. But there was another set of rune magic floating on air again. Branigan unbinds it effortlessly. Until they finally stood inside the massive library. The silence inside made them wonder. They could not see even a single faerie. “I feel sorry for the books stuck here,” Branigan said.

The orb pulsed faintly in Aria’s hand as she stood alone in the arcane vault. Its soft glow cast ethereal shadows on the dark stone walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t been disturbed in decades. Every instinct in her screamed that this was no ordinary relic. It was alive. Not in the way of living flesh, but in the way of ancient memories preserved by magic older than the wolves themselves. She placed the orb on the altar in the vault’s center. Symbols etched into the stone flickered to life, glowing with blue fire as the orb reacted to its new environment. For a moment, the air vibrated—charged, trembling.

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

*Solveig* I walk into the living room to meet my parents, and they are arguing with Amrafel and Caliope about what they need for some sort of ritual that I still don't understand. They mentioned a summoning, and I don't understand why they can't just call them. Seth told me that these creatures, the arcane ones, are hidden between doors, or portals. And since they haven't interacted much lately with those in our realm, then they need to be summoned and brought to us.