Stillwater Arcane Novels & Stories

Gesture Magic is classed into three stages, 1) Gesture Magic 2) Arcane Magic 3) Devedra. As history of magic and witches behold, no witch who practiced Gesture Magic made past Arcane magic. It is a continuous step of action. If you loose control while at the stage of Arcane, you die. If you manage to make it to Devedra and your soul doesn't hold up, you live no more. Silent Magic More like, Emotions. Magic that can be activated in your mind. Doesn't require chanting but as well doesn't require gestures. This magic is basic and used by almost all witches in CAA.

"Visions bloom branches evolve infinite paths harmonies whisper guide refuse tempt harmony eternal?" Maerin orb glowing maps layering azure. "Networks seal but ley echoes demand bind restitution voluntary blood pact attune deeper clarity?" Jenkins Sofia shadows dual grin hex blades humming. "Binds hold entities whisper thicken signal probe survival adapts nets unbreakable?" Mara grey eyes steady vials azure ready. "Legacy bolsters potions links coordinate wise use echoes tempt wise resist?"

Inside lay a single sheet of vellum, wrapped tightly around a small, glowing shard of Amberite—the highly volatile mineral used to stabilize high-tier solar magic. Silas leaned over my shoulder, his large, scarred hand flattening against the small of my back to anchor me as I unrolled the parchment across the marble balustrade. The document wasn't a standard military order. It was a precise, terrifyingly detailed architectural blueprint of a massive, wheel-shaped mechanism suspended over a deep-sea cavern.

Lance is looking sour faced and pale, standing still as a statue and I now notice he has an arrow sticking out of his arm. “I decree that from this moment forth my daughter Lilliana Pendragon is free to marry, whomever she chooses and, that the man she marries, will have equal power to hers as King of Dracovia.” Stunned silence follows as the Kings speech reaches its conclusion and I’m unsure what will happen next. Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

Looking down I watch as the blood wells up from the open wound across my hand. “Place your hand over the bowl Avalon.” Mr Streeter encourages. I move my hand to the bowl and watch the blood fall into the now half full bowl of blood. I watch with interest as the red gushing from my hand swirls with flecks of gold. I stand transfixed. Its not the first time I have bled, not by any stretch. But its the first time I have noticed the strange gold that swims within my life force.

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 sanctuary's power surged around us, casting an ethereal glow over the grove. Gabriel's dark artifact pulsed with malevolent energy, clashing violently with the ancient magic of the stones. As the ground trembled beneath our feet, I knew we were facing a battle that could change the fate of Silverwood Falls forever. "Hold on!" I shouted to Nathanial, Jacob, and Marcus, my voice barely audible over the roar of colliding forces. We concentrated, channeling the sanctuary's energy to counter Gabriel's dark magic. The light from the stones intensified, pushing back the darkness inch by inch. Gabriel's sneer faded into a look of grim determination as he realized the power he was up against.

I whispered before closing mine. A deep breath filled my lips. “Spectra mundi, umbra lux, Magicae vires, in me flux.” I whispered softly from my lips, the spell to bring us both back. “Ventus ardeat, terra tremat, Aqua vitae, ignis flammat” I could feel the surge of ancient magic around me but I was strong enough to contain it. “Arcana verba, sonus astrum, Porta ad astra, ad infernum” I carried on.

She signed and said it is only a person who has seen many deaths that can tell you the location of the wind. Strange woman, indeed she was but she opened up with time and shared her story. My name is Morgana and my parents are half witches and vampires, we all lived in a small town where Amelia found her mate(werewolf). We never met him or knew of his pack because he was so mysterious one day he carried Amelia and we never saw her again.

The fire she had unleashed was now sustaining itself. Her jaw tightened. "It is not sufficient to incinerate what threatens us," she snarled. "We need to bleed them. We need to destroy what hope exists. She turned, eyes fixed on her altar — scattered with scrolls, talismans, and shadowy treasures. She knocked them aside with a snarl, to reveal the thing she had held shut until this point: an arcane book covered in dragonhide, bound with veins of shadowsteel.