Novel & Cerita Valdemar The Arcana

he said, his voice dripping with malice. Startled at Arc’s words, I felt momentarily taken aback. What did he mean? Damien didn't consider me precious. I was just a pawn in his game, a means to an end. I looked at Damien, expecting to see him deny Arc's words. But instead, I saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes. It was a look of surprise, of shock…something I’d never expected to see on Damien. But then, Damien's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking towards me only for an instant. “And what makes you think that he’s precious to me? He’s just another pawn, just another bed warmer.”

Far from their growing strength, Valeria’s cult ceremonies spiraled deeper into madness. In a subterranean chamber carved from black stone, lit by blood-red candles, Valeria knelt before a grotesque altar adorned with arcane runes and bones. Chanting in a language older than time, her voice wove a spell that sent ripples through the fabric of reality. The cultists around her moved in eerie unison, their faces masks of fanatic devotion. Dark energies crackled in the air — tendrils of power that twisted flesh and mind alike. Valeria’s eyes glowed with unnatural fire as she drew from the eldritch forces binding her to the cult’s dark gods.

I demanded an answer from him. "That ban was created by your grandfather but lifted by me. Why make enemies when you can make them your friends? Isn't it right, son?" He winked at me and I knew where this was leading. "Ladies and gentlemen… please… meeting my son, Steafan, the demon Prince and he is our new partner in our plan." He introduced me to the men sitting in the room.

Both Arcadians looked at her — the girl they had once condemned to the pyre, now sitting as Princess Consort of Valros, turned vampire, eyes sharp and unafraid. Raven continued: “I was born in Arcadia Prime. My father was your High Priest. My mother was an Archdruid. I know the laws you uphold. But I have also seen what the Demonkin do. I have fought them. I have *died* fighting them.” She leaned forward slightly.

I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to me, both of us committing a capital sin as we eventually gave in to our unquenchable lust for each other, creating a life, born from sin. Born from Lust... My thoughts quickly trailed straight back to that specific image, remembering how Raphael held my precious child so fiercely close to him, their bodily language only hinting one, pretty obvious fact; They had intimately touched each other... My anger rose once again, my fingers digging into my pa

The Halen Empire was thrown into disarray when the news of the Holy Maiden, Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia de Ivrea, the Duchess of Ivrea, was alive. When the people found out that the Holy Maiden gave birth to a jeweled eye wielder, everyone assumed that she was now dead despite the lack of confirmation from the Duke of Ivrea and Emperor Khalil of the Toen Empire. After all, the spouse of the Saint Archmages would eventually die as soon as a jeweled eye wielder was born from them.

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

The demon bird used its rough talons to block the arc; the powerful impact creating a strong gust of wind around. After landing, Kael pierced his sword through the snow and flicked his fingers. “Vulnus Autem!” The energy arc compressed into a tiny sphere of light, instantly bringing back the darkness in the area for a second, the next it exploded into bursting golden flames along with blood and flesh and bones. The ground shook and the wind blasted all around the blow.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.