Unlimited Power The Arcane Path Novels & Stories

The people here could have extraordinary powers when they wielded them. But there is one condition that required for someone to make use of them. That is Talent, the old Eduard was sent here by his family due to his incapability in wielding either of the two. Everyone should be capable to wield them as long as they practiced, but he was one of the special cases that can not have the chance to use them. "System what are your abilities?". He asked. He is expecting to heard a response from the system. Eduard waited for the system response but only the display on the screen change. Displaying some rowdy words.

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

I share with them leaving them with the question. They all nod in agreement. “For a Pack to have that on hand is challenging to acquire, you have to have connections to the wiccan world or some other supernatural realm. More importantly you must be able to access money. A lot of money. Something rogues never have. Hence, they must have someone who has access to a lot of capital, if they are able to access any type of wolfsbane, liquid silver, and in this case, anti-scent spray,” I share with them.

He described Caine, giving the same examples he'd laid out to Jess. "Well, he sounds like a weird guy, but that doesn't mean he is possessed by a demon," Malus said after a short pause for thought. "The not blinking thing... it's common in psychopaths I believe, but that isn't my field of expertise." Jess exchanged a disappointed look with Ricky. She knew there was something off with Caine. She knew it in her heart. How could they make this guy understand? "Look," he said. "I'll give you an unbinding spell. If your man is affected by a demonic presence, it should help. You'll need to encircle him, three of you, and say these words three times."

Zeyric said, turning on his heel. "We can't outrun them in knee-deep water," Thalen argued, grabbing Zeyric's wrist before he could take a step. "The footing is too unstable. We have to fight." "With what? Harsh language and aristocratic disdain?" "With this." Thalen didn't draw a wand; instead, he raised his bare right hand, closing his eyes as a sharp, intense spike of heat flared down his arm. Through the invisible conduit of the soul-bond, Zeyric felt an immediate, overwhelming rush of pure, unfiltered mana flooding from his own chest straight into Thalen’s palm. It wasn't the refined, delicate magic taught in the academy's pristine lecture halls; it was raw, volatile, and blindingly bri

"Doesn't her new powers seem a little dangerous?" Alex hums in a tone that carries anxiety inside her. Mrs. Marmel's eyebrow rose in exasperation. “It really is, it is striving to take control of the entire Damontry entity, but that is our only hope if we want to win this war.” "Damontree might get hurt." Alex echoed with some hesitation. “Impossible, its power doubles any creature in Kingdom E .” “I mean old Damontry, not this young woman, this young lady here is not Damiontry.”

So all I was to him was a tool to secure his power. I raised my eyes to him, feeling the thorned rose tattoo along my collarbone tug painfully against my skin. “Family business?” My voice shook. “You forge a contract to fool the entire family, and then you partner with our biggest enemy?” He flicked open a lighter with a click and lit a cigar. Smoke hovered around his face, hiding the flicker of panic in his eyes. “I didn’t have a choice,” he muttered. “Giovanna has leverage against my mother. I’m trapped.”

"So it was always a school?" "No." Gogo’s dark eyes gleamed. "At first, it was a refuge. A secret. Then, as more of us were born into power, it became something greater." She set the spoon down with a deliberate clink. "But remember this, Sthandwa—no matter how polished the halls or how sweet the smiles, everyone there is still a predator in their own way." Rita’s fingers tightened around her cup. "Witches covet power. Werewolves hunger for dominance. Vampires? They crave control." Gogo reached across the table, pressing a beaded bracelet into Rita’s palm. "You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely."

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

I had to ask. Mr. Wilson’s expression immediately became serious. “A forced mark and an accepted mating bond are two very different things.” He folded his hands together on top of the desk. “Magic, especially ancient magic, is built on intent and consent. Someone may force a physical act…” He paused before finishing. “… but they cannot force destiny to recognize it.” I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “So if someone tried…” “The bond would remain incomplete.” He finished my thought before I could.