Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

“Uak, come here and count the coins for me. I borrowed ten thousand from that weird guy. What is his name again?” Alaric eyes widened. Was she low-key dissing him? “His name.. To be honest Master, I don't remember but I don't think you introduced us. You just said he was an old friend.” “Well, not that his name really matters. Come on, let's talk about more important things.” More important things.. Suddenly, Alaric felt chills on his skin. Violet had expanded her aura through the hallway to ensure no one was listening to her conversation with Uak. She was sending him a message to leave. He smiled as he passed her room, locking eyes with her stern ones.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

With trembling, gloved fingers, Vespera flipped the thick parchment over. Glued to the second page were detailed architectural diagrams drawn in dark red ink, blood ink. They showed the subterranean catacombs deep beneath her childhood home, beneath the rose gardens where she used to play as a little girl. The diagrams depicted an inverted obsidian altar surrounded by nested binding circles, designed for forbidden blood-magic rituals meant to siphon the innocent life forces of Null children to artificially awaken dormant magic cores in adult nobility. At the bottom of the page was her father’s personal seal, stamped in dark garnet wax, alongside his sworn signature: Lord Anthony Vance, Maste

Her arcane eye was buzzing with activity, she could see the tendrils lashing out from the soil and dancing in a hypnotic grotesque fashion as they waved into the air. “Arcane radiation is strong her mam, but no threats spotted” six voltiirs had gone ahead and checked the area for any danger, Brasidas was leading and had just returned. “I sensed it from the boat, they look like tentacles spawning from a sea urchin. Ever seen one of those?” She asked Brasidas and the Lieutenant, who had just engaged into a deeper state of the arcane eye evident by the light red shroud that had covered their eyes.

She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds. Kael: The arcane sorcerer, who had always been cautious with his powers, was confronted by a phantom version of himself wielding raw, uncontrolled magic. Kael understood that his true strength lay in mastering his abilities, not fearing them. He harnessed the chaotic energy and transformed it into a controlled force, unlocking a new level of power.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

Evan was in a mysterious white space. An old stranger just handed Evan his legacy in full. The information crashed into Evan's mind like the waves of the sea. Eventually, the waves condensed into three simple words. They read, 'Ninefold Arcane Arts.' The Ninefold Arcane Arts had everything from geomancy and martial arts to medicine, formations, and mystic arts. He tried to use it a little, and energy was starting to fill his battered body. "It's actually working!" He was delighted. A sliver of energy popped up in his elixir field, and it was like a dragon flying in the skies. Even his senses were sharpened.

a cool, chillingly familiar voice echoed from the shattered doorway. The shadows in the corner of the master suite detached themselves from the walls, twisting and thickening until they coalesced into a towering, humanoid silhouette wreathed in crackling blue lightning and void-black armor. A sharp, mocking smile cut across a scarred, pale face as the figure stepped forward, leaning heavily on a spear carved from pure, condensed starlight. It was High Commander Vane—the exiled tyrant of the Southern Abyssal Trench whom Caelum had cast into the void a decade ago.