Thieram Arcane Novels & Stories

The reason for the wars and constant conflicts between the Gordanians and the Thamaranians, was the wrong side of the scale, in the midst of a war between the forces, which emerged on the wrong side. Secondly, they said that ancient Thamaran were just freed slaves who were helped and in a great war chosen as warriors, for the great war of the wars of the Atrocious beasts. When, according to the ancients, the Thamaran turned against the ancient deity of the cult, to a primordial enmity, of priests of Um-Mu who were said to have been granted the power of emotions, and the power of yellow and the fire of the sun and the power of Moon , which increased the strength of her emotions.

I asked, my voice dangerously low. “One of the dead infiltrators in the library had a secondary cipher on him,” Cassian said, his eyes darkening. “The texts are clear, Silas. The northern scholars didn’t just find the ancestral weakness—they engineered the safeguard. There is a specific, ancient herbal suppressant grown only in the high frost-valleys of Theron’s private territory. A blood-root tincture. It forces a hybrid’s dormant wolf back into a deep stagnation, neutralizing the aura pressure completely. Theron has the entire supply locked in his vault. He knew we would need it. He ran back to his fortress because he’s waiting for you to crawl to him.” A dark, savage smile slowly spread a

He bowed before he approached me “Princess Letharia had tried to fight me, I restrained her to the best of my ability, but uh, after the fight she had passed out. She vomited before she had loss of consciousness and my lord I must admit to you I am concerned. Her vomit was like black tar, but it was so acidic it was practically boiling…” “I’ll take your word on that,” I wiped my sweat using the back of my hand. I glanced over, watching my father lean against the door way. “I think… I should call her grandfather.” “Grandfather?” I asked. “Letra’s father, he cut ties with Xoria when Letra died. But since it’s about Letharia, he should come back.” Father turned his back and as he did, I sucked

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

And awakening a certain scoundrel. “How are the rituals going?” I asked, changing the subject entirely. At once, Alaric’s shoulders sagged. “Light-gods, Grandmama wants to kill me.” I chuckled. Alaric comes from an ancient bloodline tied to the forgotten dwellers of ruins, which means he has a strong arcane tradition, old rites, and ancestral obligations to uphold. The full story was far more complicated, but the bottom line was this: his family was old, traditional, and stubborn as stone.

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

Haria said with protest in her voice. "The approach of lowlife omegas, especially Jacob Cabarse, to win your heart and take advantage of your kindness can be considered a threat to your life, Haria," Jomer immediately answered in a hard voice. "And you should thank me for taking care of you and your feelings. You will find out the true nature of your so-called friends later on. So it would be better if you stay away from them right away while it's still early." "I can't take this anymore," Haria said tearfully and then turned around and started walking towards her room.

I was smitten and I didn't see it coming, I signed and sat up as soon as we got inside the pack lands. I stepped out of the vehicle and walked away briskly to the house I met some elders from the pack and we discussed extensively and arrived at the conclusion to have an acceptance ceremony to properly make Hailey a member of the pack. By choice, if she decides but I'll be happy if she becomes one of us because I owe her late parents this much. Earlier today I already spoke with elder Alaric anelder Amarok concerning my encounter at the hideout with those spies. They both promised to keep the information under lock and make an investigation secretly.