Valdemar The Arcana Novels & Stories

He had secrets of his own, and he was determined to stop Emilia before she could do any more harm. Arianna, Ryder's mother and a powerful sorceress in her own right, had long foreseen the darkness threatening Emilia. With a heavy heart, she delved into ancient tomes and consulted with allies who shared her wisdom of arcane arts. Together, they crafted a spell, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching shadows, designed to pierce through the malevolent force that had ensnared Emilia's soul.

The words hit like ice water down my spine. Originals. Not copies. Not descendants. Something older. Something repeated. Damion’s control slipped for half a second. I felt Valir surge violently beneath his skin, ancient fury slamming against the bond hard enough to send golden light flickering across the clearing. The creatures recoiled instantly. But the Architect stared harder. Studying. Calculating. And suddenly I understood something horrifying. He wasn’t surprised by Valir. He recognized him. The realization landed so hard I spoke before thinking.

She’s inside my mind—Valeria’s parasite crawling through Aurora’s memories. Luca raises his gun beside me. “We’re not here to talk.” “Always so direct,” Valeria’s voice purrs through Aurora. “But you can’t kill me, Luca Moretti. I live in the blood of those you love.” “Then I’ll burn the blood,” Amara says. Aurora smiles, and her eyes flash crimson. “Then burn yourself.” The ground trembles. The sigils on the floor ignite in a spiral of red light, wrapping around us like chains. The air vibrates with the sound of ancient chanting—Valeria’s curse taking form again.

Devaro was never truly king, Alovia took that away from her own son. "What happened to Valsher pack?" She had destroyed my hometown though I knew why but still. "I can assure you that they are all dead and are being reincarnated by Erasmus, the lord of the demons". Horror shone in my eyes mostly because I didn't want to see a Lycan demon version of Master. "Can't you stop the process?" "Dear sister there is nothing I can do". He blinked slowing at them, tossing his food around on his plate.

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

Xavier was sitting at his desk, doing his paperwork before standing up once more *An energy of black magic is approaching our mate* Demian spoke, and started trying to take control madly, and it was only a few minutes ago and Arcos intervened as well Without listening to any more nonsense, he used his vampire speed, teleporting to the place where that black energy was located. Meanwhile, Mario had approached Astraea, who was turning her back on him, looking at the woods absentmindedly at Emala. Before his hand grabbed her shoulder, he felt a great force pulling him back, and in the blink of an eye he was hiding behind her.

In the next image, a King with hazel eyes and his dragon matches as well. I also notice a Latin inscription written around the frames, it’s the same as on the royal family crest but unfortunately, I do not know how to read it. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’ What could this mean? Did they have pets that were paired with them at birth maybe? Or is this something else?

I am afraid this poor soul does not understand either. “***” The man just stands there and waves his hands in the air as to say he does not mean harm. I raise the palm of my hand and signal him to stop moving so I can get a little bit closer. “The emblem of Lycori.” In the corner of his neck, I notice a small red tattoo of a pointy flower. The emblem of the demon continent, Lycori. I have read that it is common for demon villages to have humans as slaves; this old man must have escaped from his demon master all the way over here.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

“I really don’t have time for this, Idamus.” “You know quite well our stance on demons roaming this realm, your Highness.” Idamus replied with an obvious emphasis on the ‘Highness’. Ruben frowned at Idamus keeping things so formal after his clear attempt to drop the formality by calling the Grand Master only by his name. “That demon is now my claimed mate, Idamus…speak carefully.” Ruben’s tone matched his quickly descending mood. Idamus looked surprised as his eyes widened and he looked around at his attendants and fellow warlocks as Aiden re-entered the room with coffee on a tray for the Grand Master. One of the attendants came forward and whispered with Idamus for a moment.