Stillwater Arcane Novels & Stories

*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.

One of the nobles who were on the Second Prince's faction indignantly said. "Count Bolton, what made you think that not choosing a jeweled eye possessor was an exception? Don't forget that the Holy Maiden before Princess Kristina was a lowly commoner borne from a slave!" One of the Second Prince's advisers said, "They may not have chosen the previous Saint Archmages as the Holy Maiden. But that doesn't mean that they wouldn't do now! Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea was the only jeweled eye possessor that was borne from the highest concentration of magic of the Saint Archmage and the most divine power of the Holy Maiden!" The adviser glanced at everyone and bowed his head to the Second Prince.

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once The Hekate got to a certain point, other voices joined in and then more until finally my voice r

Amaris took Amethyst hand as she took Dailon's hand. Once everyone was holding a hand, Dailon spoke up. "What now?" "We summon our libraries, close your eyes and think about it, once you've got the imagine whisper Cicilune cumoratus apperiaous, it's Pnevum my ancient language, it's quite handy for summoning a lot of things," Marcella told them. They all closed their eyes thinking about their secret libraries, "Cicilune cumoratus apperiaous." They all whispered at the same time, gasps of shocked escaped them as they felt a whip of dark magic coming from Adrian.

Suddenly, we heard a distant roar and then I saw fire emitted from amidst the whirlwind. “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.” Steve gasped. “It’s exactly what we all have in our minds – Sage’s spirit animal.” Morgana ascertained. “But Sage is dead.” I stated the obvious fact just as the so called sprit animal came into full view with the whirlwind coming to an end. “You can just leave me to assume it now possess a mind of its own.” “Which could prove to be very dangerous.” Kate sighed. “You guys should leave. I’ll handle this.” Morgan said. I shook my head negatively.

“This tome is filled with ancient knowledge. It might contain spells or information about dark magic that could be useful in understanding Lysander’s methods. We should review its contents carefully.” Harley, standing by the crystal, looked thoughtful. “The crystal seems to be the most enigmatic of the artifacts. Its purpose isn’t immediately clear. We need to uncover its properties and how it might fit into Lysander’s plans.” The leaders set to work, each focusing on their respective artifacts. Aislinn began her magical analysis of the pendant, her hands glowing as she invoked enchantments to probe its properties. Silas meticulously examined the tome, deciphering its archaic text and unrave

She was going to chant an ancient incantation, for where the Umbragon lies dormant and since this incantation was for making it, she said it backward to resurrect it, "Exanimo Umbra, Noctis Obscura, Umbragon! Terrae umbra, Spiritus tenebrae, Umbragon! Arcanum adveho, In obscurum redde Umbragon!"

Sight and Sorcery Nova The Alpha home’s courtyard is transformed. The marble walls of the estate glow with fairy lights, suspended in the air like stars. Music pulses from the grand hall. Gold and green banners twist together in massive hanging displays, now carrying the Arcane Oracle sigil. And it looks incredible. I stop for a moment, drawn in.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."