Timebomb Arcane Novels & Stories

Then I felt Andres' presence. Well fuck, it's now or never. I thought. I raised the amulet and kept my gaze away from Ambrosia’s as I started chanting the Archaic spell to start the process of opening Pandora's Box. Instantly, my shield was battered with green fireballs and all assortments of magic.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

The second goon says and I see his hands lighting up in a purple glow. I hear Maeve digging around in her bag a moment before something whizzes past my hip, slamming onto the ground at their feet. Instantly, a light flashes. I look at the goons who looked locked in the moment. “Let’s go.” Maeve says behind me. “What did you do?” I say, not moving, but looking at her behind me. “Stunning spell. It only lasts for 15 minutes, so we have to hurry.” I turn back and look at the goons. “Can they hear me?” I ask her.

Even if the orc general was able to resist with his ghostly army, they were eventually bound to lose. Thankfully, Zen was only using it to buy time. Like Mandy's summon, the cooldown of twelve hours made him normally reluctant to use it. However, the young chef thought it was the perfect time to test it and reveal some of his cards to the team that would accompany them on the vanguard raid as a sign of trust. “Fire!” Damian and Remi cast their fusion pressurised steam bomb when Zen cast a binding spell just as Urum was defeated. Quickly throwing up mana shields for everyone in the party, the two magicians watched as the tiny compressed steam bomb touched the outer skin of the tough Minotaur.

Except it felt good. “Breaking news, we just got reports that there are many people trapped inside of the game, Arcane Realm.” The news channel on the television had both Luka and me breaking away from each other to gap at the news reporter on the screen. Luka grabbed the remote and turned the volume up so we could hear what was going on clearly.

TALIA Upon finally succeeding in taking every last penny from me, Madam Coco came through and handed me a box with four darts inside. I’d deliberated on it for a while but eventually concluded that the darts were a much more efficient tool for infiltration and worth the extra cost. I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again.

I listened intently, searching for Rory, pointing to where she was and where Jace went. Meca’s control remained firm, keeping me frozen, useless. It didn’t take long before the chaos died down. Someone already won. The ground of my estate soaked in blood. As the quiet grew stronger, my trust in fate waivered. The pounding in my chest was the only sound I could hear until a cry broke through the stillness. Words spoken in Latin that I heard two thousand years ago. Tauri. No. This can’t be happening. The ritual… Rory.

Now and then, she reads the black book, hoping that she will find a cure for the poison that Lazarus gave to Cordelia. One night of the full moon she created a spell for the antidote of the poison that inside Cordelia’s body, with the help of Orenda who has the ability to make a medicine that is made of herbal medicine and by the power given by the goddess of moon. They joint their powers and special ability, but no matter that they did; the poison was getting worse. Lady Brume, who had no choice but to grant Cordelia’s ask to bring back Thana home yet, she knows it is not the right time to let go of Thana. She needs to fulfill the last word of her friend, Cordelia.

High in the Spire of Applied Sciences, Malakor stood before a reinforced observation window. Inside the blast chamber sat the stolen Ember-Coin. Stripped from the Rogue Exchange, the stone had immediately sensed the severing of the "Bond." Its warm, steady orange glow had flickered and died, leaving behind nothing but a cold, smooth piece of river rock.