Thieram Arcane Novels & Stories

"What is she talking about?" "I have documentation," Morgana said, pulling out a folder. "Letters written by Thalia Chen, detailing rituals, spells, and testimonies from those who knew her before she went into hiding. And this—" She held up a small object wrapped in a white piece of cloth. "Is an amulet that was found among her belongings after her death. It is one of the major tools used in dark magic." She unwrapped it, revealing a silver pendant marked with symbols I didn't recognize.

Cath had the light in her eyes and it began to solely brighten as their enemies took to not look at her eyeballs directly that something vile may happen to them and the aura that she gives off is off inhuman and all-consuming that it is that fiery and fierce it is the reason to stay away and the toughest of them didn't care as to the distance was no more than a hair and Cath has stricken him to the cold bare ground and blooded to the nude and skin. Theo was heavily injured in the head as it drips from the impact and the stress of it all made him dizzy and nauseous he tries to withstand it for long and it all seems to be a flash of some kind. He hazily remembers his foes that it rattled him s

Serena answered. Minerva knitted her brows and pondered. The reason why there was a large number of archmages in the Larin Continent was precisely because of the Saint Archmages. The higher the number of the Saint Archmages were, the higher the number of the Archmages and Great Archmages.

"'Explodes' whenever someone attempts cheating while using it. Never hurts, but it puts anyone nearby under an illusion that the user's hand exploded with the quill. It was created by the Elves." "But their screams?" One examinee from the front asked. Theresa yawned before answering, "I would, too, if I saw my hands covered in blood. As I said, it was all an illusion. Arcanus wouldn't hurt its students but it will weed out undeserving prospects. Continue your exams, you're all running out of time." Theresa's reminder felt like a splash of cold water, and although some were still in a state of shock, they continued to answer their own papers. Meanwhile, Mariana, who already finished answering

The blade found its true mark, snuffing out Damien's life in a whisper of steel. Yadiel, his heart pounding with the rush of his grim task, reached into the depths of his cloak and drew forth an arcane stone. It shimmered and danced with an otherworldly radiance, a pulsating heart of sapphire light that seemed to beat in time with Yadiel's quickened pulse. He whispered an ancient incantation, his voice a mere thread in the tapestry of the night. The stone clenched within his grasp, awakening into a tempest of glowing fog that swirled with arcane energy. With purpose etched into his every step, Yadiel strode into the veil of mist. It swallowed him whole and, just as swiftly, the mystical shro

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

Members of the Infernal Order stared in disbelief as they could not process what they were seeing. Kieran was their mentor. By all logic, an arcane master's Decator Essence couldn't be destroyed so easily. Only an Arcane High Priest could damage someone's Decator Essence on purpose. But that wasn't what happened today. Homer hadn't moved an inch. Aria was just a rogue cultivator with a demonic form; she was not even properly trained. She could see spirits only because of her birth signs, which might activate under specific circumstances.

This one didn’t knock. He appeared in the throne room in a flash of silver light and black smoke, dropping to one knee before us. He was old. Older than Darius. His robes were marked with symbols I didn’t recognize, and his eyes were pure white. “I am Magister Thorne of the Arcane Council,” he said, voice echoing in the chamber. “I come as the last neutral party before war begins. The other realms are mobilizing. They will not wait long.” He looked at Aria. Really looked, and his white eyes widened.