Novel & Cerita Valdemar The Arcana

“Demika, hurry!” Demika doesn’t hesitate. She slams her hands down on Valentine’s chest, her magic surging through her fingertips as she pours every ounce of her power into the spell. Valentine lets out a bloodcurdling scream, his body convulsing as the creature inside him writhes in agony. Then, with a final, shuddering breath, the darkness bursts from Valentine’s chest like a black cloud of smoke, dissipating into the air with a hiss. For a moment, there’s silence. Valentine lies still, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The creature is gone.

He could smell her excitement. “Eden Tapachula was the first demon to unite the realms. To hold them under one power and keep the peace. He had power over water and all elements requiring it to survive. Argus Ardehi, my grandfather was a War Demon who had great interest in architecture and the science of mechanisms. Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius, my father descended from the tribe of fire and wind. He was knighted Sur Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius when he shielded my mother from an attack. As the most powerful demon in terms of magic, my mother considered him the most suitable mate, making him the previous Vasileois.”

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

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.

One of the most prominent rumors was that he sold his manhood to the devil in exchange for his extraordinary strength and to preserve his strength he sacrificed children and virgins to the devil himself. Veren did not know how true those rumors were. In fact, there was no way to confirm if they were true. He remembered the moment he felt Dymas’s dark gaze on him. While Vallezarii mocked their attempt at killing him, Dymas had stared with dark, intense eyes at Veren as if he could see what the king could not. And when the king commanded that the nobles could have their pick of them he had known instantly that he would fall at the mercy of the brave Arlankis warrior.

“A classic House Lysel trait.” Then, without theatrics this time, he said the name: “Damien Isadora di Valtor.” The room stilled. Elarion’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. But something shifted in him—subtle as the drawing of a blade beneath a cloak. His posture stayed the same, yet there was a gravity to his silence that hadn’t been there before. Viorell noticed. Of course he did. He continued anyway. “He’s the only mage in recorded history to unlock all ten Arcane Veins. The rest? They don’t even reach the ninth. Even the most decorated archmages—still crawling somewhere around the eighth, if they’re lucky.”

the male Lycan warrior replied while Valoreth’s jaw slackened. They lost that many against a dying realm? His fist clenched, struggling to contain the new. But, that wasn't the main point. “You did wipe them all out, right?” Damaris asked. “Yes, my Lord,” the Lycan replied. “Then where are their heads? The devil-sisters?” “Arianna was already dead; the ouroboros took her body. We dug her grave and brought her skull instead. It's hung on a spike… we'll show you, my Lord,” the Lycan said.

“It’s not a demon. It’s not a god.” His eyes narrowed. “Then what?” “A remnant,” she said. “An ancient consciousness bound to the Crown to stabilize early magic in the realm. It feeds on imbalance. On fractures.” “And right now?” Damien pressed. She didn’t hesitate. “Right now the realm is cracking.” Inside the war chamber, tension snapped when Aria announced her decision. “You can’t be serious,” Lord Veyrin said, color draining from his face. “You would walk into a ritual site guarded by zealots?”

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