Thieram Arcane Novels & Stories

"I'll be fine. Take care of Mrs. Sykes for me." Saracenia nodded and performed a spell incantation once Tirana was on top of the magic circle. Tirana felt tingly feeling from the arcane energy around her and she closed her eyes. Bright lights washed over her, so much that Tirana could tell beyond her closed eyelids and only see red.

Fucking vampire unicorn, I smirked at the crazy train of my thoughts. Could it then be that the sigil placed on Kandreah, which caused his craze for his brother's blood, led to the fulfilment of prophecy? Because as Kandreah drained Thersar’s blood, he also drained his life energy. So, that confirms my thoughts: Thersar is a dark fae, while Kandreah was initially the light fae, tarnished by the darkness of his curse. As they rose above the Sanguineabyss, Ramaalen tried to shoot them with her energy. It hit them, but nothing happened. It just bounced back to Ramaalen’s hands. They have not even flinched or spared a glance towards her direction. They were completely unfussed with Ramalen and d

But now, doubts clawed at him. The hatred in Tharros’s eyes wasn’t just anger; it was something darker, something primal. It wasn’t just about teaching Nyxoria a lesson. It was about destruction, chaos, and an evil so deep it seemed to consume him. Archmiagus couldn’t shake the feeling that making the two of them in this Arcane was a grave mistake. He wanted to see Nyxoria defeated, yes, but not at the cost of the Arcane itself. If Tharros’s rage was unleashed, it wouldn’t stop with Nyxoria. It would burn everything in its path.

Elora wandered without direction, letting instinct guide her, until the path curved toward a smaller, half-forgotten chamber tucked away from the main sanctum. The door stood ajar. Warm amber light spilled across the threshold, and beyond it, she could hear the faint scrape of wood against stone and the low murmur of a familiar voice. Elora hesitated only a moment before stepping inside. High Seer Alaric stood at the center of the room, bent over a broad table crafted from deep, polished wood, its surface etched with curling runes and reliefs of ancient Narsatie tales—spiral ferns, stone seeds, the first binding of life and decay. Spread before him were brittle scrolls, fragments of carved t

Alexis got injured and Diana was at his lover's side where he had only a half chance of survival. " Dave, can you hear me?" Aries called Dave's attention. Dave just growled inside Sachajir's body. They can't see Damon but they can feel his strong energy. " In order to heal Thamer, I learned from the prophecy I read from the Underworld in my master's library that you are the key to unleash Thamer's hidden demonic power!" He said. They had no time while Damon just playing with them. " Watch out!" Aries screamed when he felt the presence of Damon coming their way. Damon appeared behind them and Sachajir didn't managed to avoid his second attack.

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.’’

Thinking that Seb would rather not be disturbed again, he decided to open it himself. "A triple lock spell..." he said, his eyes closed, sensing the tendrils of magic or mana like a silky thread of a spider's web. "...with a fail-safe to alarm the caster..." Carefully, with eyes still shut, he raised a hand to touch one tendril at a time. Thaum is the universal measure used for magic. It appears as tendrils that are visible only to a trained magus’ eyes. Dorin choose one thaum or thread unit of mana from hundreds of tendrils, he then pulled it aside and swiped a finger to cut it.

"I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you." Hunter gave me a look of disbelief. "I don't have powers. Not like what you just did." "You do. We Reinhardts are different, our powers have to be activated. I only received my Talent, as we call it, about a year ago - actually, a few months less than that." He stared off out the kitchen window for a long moment. "And the others? Are they like you?" "Avery is Necromancer," I replied, and finished my soda. I tossed the can into the recycling bin. "She's Head of the Manser family. The Mansers are known for their Talent in Vision, seeing the past, present, and future, even."

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

William groaned, as the spell must be really making him uncomfortable. "Sleep for a while, baby." I said as I put him to sleep. I feel bad for my son. Levitra is really a bitch for doing this to my son! She might have really waited for her chance to plant this with us, who are the only healers allowed to enter Lycan territory. Levitra is addicted to Lycan's flesh. I think the number of lycans that fell victim to her hands couldn't be counted by fingers anymore.