Thieram Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

She had spent over half of that time trying to create a cure with the help of the Aequivalere. The Aequivalere is an association of supernatural creatures that played referee, making sure that each species more or less behaved themselves and kept their existence hidden from the general human populace. Lily helped them stop the werewolf Xavier Thompson from creating more hybrids like her and all his other dark research and in exchange, she worked from them and they helped her research a cure, though so far they hadn’t gone far in all this time.

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

Seer of Argedon said as Therak approached her “Just spare me that, did you also noticed the failure of your Creatures” Therak said snarling angrily at Seer of Argedon “I sensed failure but never mind about that, I have a potion that will make them stronger and faster, the dagger stand no chance against my potion” Seer of Argedon spoked as she abruptly stood on her feet revealing her void face which was filled extreme darkness “You better make sure it works this time around”Therak spoke angrily

"Thornmere extract is House Sereth specialty. They use it in their gale magic applications—concentrated doses can enhance wind manipulation, but diluted doses become a slow-acting poison that's nearly undetectable to most magical practitioners." Lady Sereth. The spurned suitor who'd been spreading rumors about me being a spy. "She has connections here," Xalara realized, pieces clicking together. "At the territorial summit, she was pushing hard for introduction to me, asking pointed questions about essence-shadow interactions. When Elaric limited our contact..." "She found another way to get close," Lirien finished grimly. "Probably through servants or staff who don't realize they're being us

Tara was only allowed to partake with the others after strong pressure from her grandmother. She could still remember the look of shock in all their faces after they all went into the pool and went through the trials and they all came out. A large number had green arcane marks glowing on their bodies which marked them as battle mages, eleven had blue arcane marks glowing on their bodies marking them as members of the thirteen, Anu had silver, marking her as the second, and she had Gold, marking her as the heir to the matron. ”You- you had something to do with this…” Anu had turned and pointed a challenging finger at the matron after getting over the initial surprise. Everyone gasped, surpris

Silver blood, thick and luminescent, spilled from its mouth, pooling around the altar where its voice had once calmed armies and bent reality. Its once-glowing crown lay crooked atop its head, flickering like a dying candle in a storm, as if the cosmos itself were reluctant to let go. Damien stepped forward, slow and deliberate. He raised his hand—not with hesitation, but with the solemnity of a man who had carried too many burdens for too long. He was not proud. He was not triumphant. Only resigned. Behind him, massive arcane circles spun slowly in the air, inscribed with ancient runes that predated empires. Each ring burned with pulsing light, the air humming with the weight of a tenth-cir