Valdemar The Arcana Novels & Stories

Emery knew that well but she was not vigilant enough and had to learn such a lesson the hard way. As she wrote the possible relationship of Lady Mica and Princess Natalia, Emery came to realize that the princess managed to get ahold of the information regarding the Arcana through her contact with His Majesty’s mother. With that in mind, Emery knew too well that if she gets caught, they would probably do everything in their power to make her spill every information about the Arcana. That was highly possible since Lady Mica knew that the Arcana was keeping the throne in check and as of the moment, they consider the Arcana was the biggest threat in whatever they were planning.

Ariesta can get 50% of the auction price. And Ariesta's virginity is 15 billion. And right now, in front of her, the man next to Edzar... Ariesta really remembers her figure. How she could forget. The first time with men was intimate, so sick, yet so beautiful. It's the buyer's virginity. Edzar's father...

I say as I slowly pull back. Valeria looks at me with fear in her eyes, “Izzy, what are you about to do?” “I, Isolde Laurier, against the will of Goddess Zarseti, reject you, Valeria Cabrera as my animai,” I sob. “Isolde, no!” Alaric shouts in horror.

Besides, she did not want to take the risk for him to believe a distorted truth. “I did work for the Arcana,” she confessed. “Arcana? What is that?” “I cannot tell you the details for my own safety, but it is an organization of assassins. Before I came here, I cut ties with them so–” “You’re lying.” Emery gazed at him with utter disbelief that she slapped his hand away from holding hers. However, she was unable to stop him from gripping at her neck. She struggled to free herself, only to be forced against the wall whilst receiving the piercing gaze of the emperor.

-(What Aaron said) "I summon the lord of Magic, Valac, may thy magic run through me." -(English Interpretation) He yelled aggressively as the right arm of his was engulfed by dark red flames, signifying the presence of Valac. "From thy slumbers, awake, battle by my side Mistress." Said Aaron.

I snarled, landing a glancing blow that made him stagger. Marcus laughed through the strain, green and purple energy swirling faster around him. “Escape? Oh, Luna… I’m exactly where I need to be.” That’s when I saw her — Elder Valeria. She had appeared at the edge of the platform like a shadow given form, her robes billowing despite the lack of wind. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural violet light as she raised her twisted staff. Before Lucien could fully register the threat, dark vines of magic erupted from the ground and wrapped around his legs and arms, yanking him backward with brutal force.

A voice from the corner of the room cut through the tension. “I know that name…” Petra murmured, her expression unreadable. She paused, her mind sifting through memories. “Laverna Vaughn—there was a cult, a secret society of women who were said to be the most wicked of all. They called themselves Lucifer’s Arcanum.” Something about the way she said it sent a chill through the room. “They weren’t just loyal to the Darklord,” she continued, her voice laced with disgust. “They worshiped him in the filthiest way imaginable. They believed that if they pleased him enough, if they became his favorite, he would grant them power beyond measure.”

Even the oldest among them paled. “And you’re sure?” Samael asked, voice tense. “It’s not a partial awakening? No fragment, no bleed-through—this is… total?” Amaria, seated at the head, nodded solemnly. “Complete. The moment he struck down Erethar, the seals shattered. There was no hesitation. That was no longer a mortal boy wielding borrowed magic. That was Valarieth, sovereign of raw celestial force.” “He didn’t even falter,” Zevran muttered, fingers drumming nervously. “He subdued an entity older than time itself and expelled it without a conduit or ritual. That’s not just power. That’s dominion.”

Marcus stood a little off and watched her proud, while Livia sat in the shade and sorted herbs. “Look, Dad!” Valeria called. She stretched both hands. A large purple Dome was created around them, stable and clear. It danced golden sparks – a perfect mix of the magic of her parents. “Unbelievable,” Marcus murmured. “It will be stronger than the two of us.” Livia smiled, but remained a quiet discomfort. “She is still a child. We must do not demand too early.” Suddenly Valeria died. The dome flickered and broke together. The Little

Zara murmured smoothly. Her icy blue eyes remained locked on the blinking screen of the black box. "Julian was a parasite. He stole architecture; he didn't build it," she whispered fiercely. Her brilliant mind rapidly aligned the impossible variables, piecing together the final, staggering truth of the dark web. "My grandfather faked his own death. He handed me the Valerius empire when I was twenty years old because he knew the Archangel was coming, and he knew he couldn't beat him. He stepped into the absolute void so I could learn how to fight in the dark."