Valdemar The Arcana Novels & Stories

I whisper. She nods. She pauses, her gaze drifting somewhere far away. “Only two beings could face him: the Primarch Arcana, the strongest of the light witches, wielder of the purest magic… and the Alpha of the Amadeus pack—Valerius Amadeus.” Primarch Arcana. The name strikes me. I tuck it away for later. “They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.”

Finding the dread as its familiarity draws them into a shock, the demon that represents more than an S class but an arcana signifies the star she’s born within. “I am you, but you are not me. Remember to find the truth and know the lies as it will be the lie as the other is the truth. Be careful, Daniela.” Drawing a pentagram and taking an eye-catch talisman throwing it unto the air burning it in response. Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God.

Its feel under her fingertips was icy, as though it were draining warmth from the very air around them. She opened her mouth to speak, to call for Damien and Lucas to secure the area, but words died on her lips as a wave of power slammed into her consciousness. The courtyard vanished behind her eyes, replaced by a vivid tapestry of shadows. She saw a cloaked figure standing over a massive table, scattered with fortress maps, each pinned with dark shards that glowed whenever the figure’s hand passed above them. In the vision, she heard the low murmur of arcane chanting, felt the clammy press of an unseen presence. The figure’s face was obscured, nothing more than a void beneath a hood, yet sh

"Blackwood? As in Elder Blackwood?" "Our grandmother. She doesn't know what Valeria's planning—at least, I don't think she does. The Council politics are complicated." Vincent coughs, blood flecking his lips. "Valeria learned shadow magic from texts our father collected. Morgath the Desecrator's personal grimoire, stolen from Council archives. She became obsessed with his work, with finishing what he started." "And you?" Hope demands. "What's your role?"

“Why is this name a curse in my life, haunting me for years? Why couldn’t he just live with his fake mate and enjoy his stardom?” Wait a second! My brain picked up its services again at the right moment. “How do you know that Valerie was Xavion’s fake mate, Demrid? It’s a secret of the Salvatore family.” Demrid’z face boomed with a victorious grin. “As I said, I am the god of your life, Ann. Automatically, your so-called teenage crush was on my hit list. As he became a part of your world, I managed his fated bond as well.”

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

"W-What is that?" Ivana lay trembling on the bed, her face drained of color. It was the first time she had ever seen something like that, and terror rippled through her whole body. "That's the Death Writ." Truthfully, Ivana wasn't the only one scared. Evan's heart was pounding too. Before inheriting the Ninefold Arcane Arts, he had been just an ordinary man. He'd never touched geomancy, metaphysics—hell, even medicine and martial arts had once been foreign to him.

Valeria, guided by a sense of destiny, approached the artifact with a mixture of awe and trepidation. As she touched the relic, a surge of cosmic energy enveloped the chamber. Visions of the empire's past, present, and potential futures unfolded before Valeria's eyes. The Pillars of Unity, no longer confined to the physical realm, appeared as ethereal conduits connecting the empire to the cosmic tapestry of existence.

he smirked, "First... Let me down— and I know you have Amber here, somewhere, let her go... Al too," Leaping, he flicked something on the chains, inflicted them to reel out, crashing on the floor as I pranced to my feet. Valdomore was standing a little away from me, hands tucked behind him. When I was chained to the ceiling, I couldn't make much of him, now I can see his features clearly, even in the dim light. He was bald, his irregular-shaped head has vast veins moving under the skin, like a snake ready to attack its victim. His eyes were a dark shade of red, with a mixture of black... He cared for no one, not even himself and I can see it all in his eyes,

Made even more obvious by the fact that he sold me rather than battled for my champion as was custom. Every Hell King had daughters. They fought soldiers, armies and other Kings to find a champion worthy of taking them. In return for permission to descend his armies on Earthworld to test and train his demons, I was promised to a vampire called Vlademyre. My father surfaced me from the hell pit I’d been exiled to for no longer allowing my sisters to kill me as practice and entertainment. Letting Vlademyre feed on me before the vampire agreed to take me as payment. The agreement between Daddy and Vlademyre was what allowed me to start training in the ways of your world. It is custom for servan