Thieram Arcane Novels & Stories

Warren fielded the question, "Archon is a special kind of spirit. He can't interact with the physical world in spirit form, but I can summon him as a protective aura. He is more than capable of grappling with a ghost." Lucinda turned her attention to Theria, "Does he speak the truth?" "I've never seen it, but Warren traveled Highway Sixteen and lived to tell about it," Theria hugged warren, "I believe Warren and I are up to the task." A rosary clutched in Lucinda's hand crossed over her, and she spoke a prayer. "I guess you two will have to do." *** Warren and Theria sat together on the comfortable couch. Mateo took a seat next to his mother. Theria pulled out a small device, "I am going to

"I've heard of it before, but what exactly is it?" Marshal Barns nodded, sensing Danial's interest in the topic. "Elemental magic is the manipulation of the fundamental elements of nature," he elaborated. "These elements include fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. Those who possess the ability to wield elemental magic can harness the power of these elements to cast spells and manipulate their surroundings." "Similarly," Marshal Barns continued, "arcane arrays are intricate patterns of energy that can be imbued with various effects, from enhancing one's abilities to creating powerful barriers or unleashing devastating attacks. They are incredibly complex and require both innate talent and ye

he barked. She shook her head, dazed. “We have to get out of here.” Theron stood untouched in the center of the inferno. His cloak burned away, revealing armor made of obsidian and moonstone. Kael’s warriors rushed in, led by Lucien and Ember. “What is that thing?” Ember gasped. “He’s not a thing,” Aria said, standing. “He’s my father. And a darkblood Alpha.” Lucien swore. “No wonder the runes held him for decades.”

Her arcane eye was buzzing with activity, she could see the tendrils lashing out from the soil and dancing in a hypnotic grotesque fashion as they waved into the air. “Arcane radiation is strong her mam, but no threats spotted” six voltiirs had gone ahead and checked the area for any danger, Brasidas was leading and had just returned. “I sensed it from the boat, they look like tentacles spawning from a sea urchin. Ever seen one of those?” She asked Brasidas and the Lieutenant, who had just engaged into a deeper state of the arcane eye evident by the light red shroud that had covered their eyes.

“Sounds awful.” “It was effective,” he said simply. Nyra nodded. “Classic soul-mirroring technique. Rooted in the same logic as the Confession Basin near Aemrys. Structural Arcana: Reflection and Reversal, Volume 1, page 93.” Thalia leaned toward me. “Does she ever not have a reference?” “I’m starting to suspect no,” I whispered. “I heard that,” Nyra said calmly, turning the page. Despite myself, I smiled. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

A beacon of light illuminated the path ahead. "With Elara's guidance," River thought, "we can heal Thane." River's visions intensified, revealing the intricate web of Thane's spell. Dark threads of energy entwined his life force, suffocating the radiant light within. She saw the spell's root: a fragmented soul, shattered yet resilient. The Luminari healing secrets resonated within her, guiding her toward a solution. Resonating frequencies, pack energy, and amplifying the cure – the treatment's blueprint unfolded in her mind.

They were here to welcome whatever was coming through. The arcs above us groaned, metal twisting, the gaps between them widening. For a moment I saw it— A hand. Or something pretending to be one. Fingers too long, too many joints, each one etched with the same shifting symbols as the arcs. Arielle’s threads went taut enough to tear skin. Her mouth opened, but the sound that came out wasn’t hers—it was layered, deep and resonant, like the black itself was speaking through her. Theron lunged at a hunter that tried to close the gap. His blade met resistance this time—not in flesh, but in air. The space around the hunter warped, slowing him like he was moving through syrup.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

~RIKAS~ “Is that the Dordon Wizard’s scripture?” Thalia asked in a surprised tone I looked at the old scripture in Rotip’s hand again. “Yes. This is it. And that staff over there is the Wizard Garius real staff. Our eyes travelled to the staff first, and then came back to the old scripture “It is really written in Arohemik?” Thalia directed her question to Rotip “Its written in some kind of language which only the descendants of the pure soul mystical white sorceress can read”

Reyna- Before we left the INN, we ran into a female Fairy, NPC. She was very absent-minded as she searched frantically for something. I remembered seeing the NPC on multiple levels, but I didn’t recall meeting her on this level. Her name was Thane, and she was always misplacing stuff. It was a somewhat unnecessary quest, as the only thing that could be received as a reward was a material called Dlarun, which was used to craft basic weapons or could be sold at the market for a few gold pieces.