Valdemar The Arcana Novels & Stories

After focusing for a little bit, he traced the habitual aura across the room before pushing the woman off his already flaccid cock. “Show yourself,” Damien ordered, already getting to his feet to confront whoever dared to invade his privacy and breach his Kingdom without being sensed until now. The figure in the shadows moved towards the dim light, revealing himself to be the Warlock Damien met a long while ago in the forest. It was the sorcerer he had been looking all over for, standing right here in the palm of his hands. Damien couldn’t be more pleased. He vaguely heard the squeal of the whore as she picked up the tiny pieces of articles and bolted out of the room in fear.

“The Archives. The maps of the divine realm. The records of the original split. The runic pathways the goddess used.” “They won’t give it freely,” James warns. “They don’t need to,” I say, shifting Aria gently in my arms. “They only need to think they’re helping.” I step back into the courtyard, Aria still in my arms, power rising like a low thunder beneath my skin. The mages turn instantly, startled. “She’s weakened further,” Varel says. “You must put her in the warding ” “Open the Archives,” I cut in. Varel blinks. “We already agreed ”

Valeria said. He stands abruptly, stepping away from the table. The torchlight makes sweat gleam on his forehead. “Go back to the archives. The old incantations. Retrace everything. I want new wards,strong enough to tear open the realm itself.” Valeria nods, voice tight, “I’ll begin right away.” She retreats down a narrow corridor to the inner library. He doesn’t watch her leave. Instead, he retrieves a crimson amulet from a locked drawer and fingers its edge tenderly,lost in thought, barely breathing.

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

“What could she possibly gain?” Damien looked at Valeria. “Because Stephanie’s more than just a bloodline. She’s proof. Proof of everything Celeste’s tried to bury, your strength, your legacy, your right to power. And most of all…” He hesitated. Valeria narrowed her eyes. “Say it.” “She’s the key,” Damien said slowly. “To the Aragon vault.” Valeria blinked. “The what?” Ares cursed under his breath. “No one talks about that anymore. It’s supposed to be a myth.”

He moved deeper, past the publicly recorded scrolls and into the forbidden chambers only accessible to Council members—or someone like Carl, who had once held privileged clearance as Alpha of the Lycan Dominion. The Archivist, an old blind witch named Margoth, regarded him silently as he presented the amulet of his former station. She said nothing, merely motioned to a locked side door and vanished behind a curtain of shadow. Carl entered alone. The room was smaller than expected. Arcane runes glimmered along the walls. Files, bound in iron thread, filled the darkwood cabinets. His hand hovered over each until something drew him—a barely perceptible tug on his blood. Cabinet V. Section 13. D

A Paramount semi-Empyrean rising to challenge the pseudo-Empyrean, his might was truly exceptional. "Once you're dead, I'll head to Wyverna and wipe out everyone you've ever cared about. "And then, I'll plunge Wyverna's underworld into chaos again! The thought alone is delightful," Arcan sneered, his face a grotesque mask of glee, even as he fought. He was certain of his victory. "I mustn't lose!" With his family's safety weighing on his heart, Alexander tapped into his deepest reserves of strength, even as the odds were stacked against him.

After losing her sense of direction in a life that no longer feels like her own, Reverie finds herself in a world she never knew existed. Beyond a mysterious stone lies Ardenvale, an ancient forest surrounded by folklore, strange creatures, and a quiet village called Ardelle. There, she crosses paths with Easton Sylvan, a local who knows the forest better than most and carries his own understanding of its old stories. With nowhere else to go, Reverie begins to build a life among unfamiliar faces, quiet forests, and a world far removed from the one she left behind.

I glance at the clock again, and I see that it’s almost time for the last part of my plan. I rearrange Valeria's position on the bed, exposing her neck, which is now full of very clear kiss marks that would be as bright as day. A perfect evidence of a wild night, even wild sex with another man. I push her hair back, smirking. "Sleep peacefully now, Valeria. When you wake up, the only thing Ares would think of you is how unfaithful you've been. And the crown will be mine."

His arm immediately came around my waist, pulling me close, not just possessive, but almost protective in a way that set my nerves on edge. “Valeria wasn’t the head of The Veil,” Damien said, voice dangerously low. “She was a puppet. The real leader used her as a distraction. These files were buried deep in her systems, encrypted with Marco’s personal cipher.” My stomach dropped, Marco’s cipher. My father’s ghost refused to stay buried.