Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

He wasn't even planning to help me. Our attention was drawn to the sound of the door opening. Violet came in and practically ran to me, ignoring the other two people. She hugged me as gently as she could. "Thank God you're fine. I thought I'd lost you". She looked worried but I knew it was all a facade so I stared at her blankly till she started laughing. Behind her, Lucian rolled his eyes while Val raised his eyebrow at me. I shook my head at their expressions. "Vee, that's Val, Lucian's brother". I introduced him.

Imelda, Esme, Marcel, Uriel, Hunter and Gerald have all filtered in as I’ve been sat here racking my brain to recall anything I might have overlooked. Zander was sleeping in the chair in the corner, until we burst in. He looks like his brain is still playing catch up, he isn’t the only one. “Marcel.” Liberty turns to the Vampyre. “His Weyr is under the north mountains. There is a cave, in the forest, but you have to know where it is to find it. It’s been cloaked by magic, and protected by powerful ancient spells and charms.” Marcel anticipates Liberty’s question, then he looks over to Imelda, whose face instantly drops with the same guilty expression Marcel wears. They are talking about Vita

His voice was low, deliberate, edged with something Evelyn had rarely heard in him: caution. “The beast we saw,” he said, eyes narrowing in thought. “It is no ordinary lycan. Not even a rogue.” Rowan frowned. “You mean the crimson eyes? I’ve read of such a thing in fragments… but I thought it was only myth.” Kael shook his head. “Not myth. Memory. That creature is the Hollow Beast—the remnant of the first betrayal.” Evelyn froze where she stood in the next room, the boards creaking beneath her as she lingered at the edge of their conversation.

About that, Then, the immortal slowly pulled his cock out of his pants, just as Circe, Morgana and Killer Frost had done. - You know. Vandal said.

“You’re the best, Arya. Thank you.” I stared blankly. Why the hell was an Erymor being so…nice and polite? I'd understand it if it were Kael but Kai? Nope. Winking was his default, though; he was the biggest womanizer of all three— no doubt it had become a reflexive action. Then came Vander. He was walking down the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, looking every inch like he didn’t give a damn about anything. He didn’t even glance at me, brushing past without so much as a nod that I feared I didn't exist.

Reyna- “It has been a week since the CEO of Wolf Tech has gone missing. For those that don’t know, he is the creator of the virtual reality game, known as Arcane Realm. The game has become exceedingly popular since it was first announced to be released a year ago. Many had lined up to purchase the gear needed to play the game. Since it was released the day before CEO Luka Alder went missing, it has been a popular topic. Arcane Realm was created as a fantasy role-playing game…” The lady on the radio continued talking, but I reached over and turned it off.

Spears of stares could not touch me. “What is your name, witch?” My hand was itching to punish him by showing off his dominance against me. I was about to rebut when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I looked up and he was looking straight at me. He looked too professional and formal making me look like an impulsive kid warned by my father. I faced the old vampire and offered a small smile. “I am Zille Wicca, Lord Vander. I came from the family of Wicca of North Exville.” I formally spoke and his eyes went cold. Too cold that could make a normal individual shiver.

I drove the tip of my dagger directly into the exposed runic joint beneath Vane’s left arm. White fire and pressurized frost exploded inside Vane’s armor. The warlord shrieked as his internal power conduits ruptured. Sparks of dying violet electricity erupted from his visor, and with a final, desperate shove, Gideon kicked Vane hard in the chest, sending the High Command general skidding fifty feet back across the slick marble floor. His corrupted scepter flew from his grip, shattering against the base of the crystal altar. "The anchor matrix is free!" I called out, rushing toward the central altar where the glowing blue crystal was pulsing frantically.

“Sometimes, on certain occasions and at certain times, we can access a bit of magic, but not always. New moons and full moons are usually the most potent. Whatever little magic we can access, we use for extra protection, like the mind spell and the barrier on the inside. We reinforce the spells with potions because they’re usually so weak. And the potions can only be made with rare herbs and some other items that are hard to find which is why it’s barely enough to go around. Whoever stays inside the tent has to give up the mind protection spell for the person outside for the day. My dagger is also enchanted to never miss, it’s extra protection for whoever is outside for the day.” “You’re sti

Typed into the system console: > EMV-Vairo001 = DEPRECATED > BTV-Vairo002 = PRIME LOCATION: The edge of the Cinder Vault zone Former Vairo asset archive site. TIME: 10:17 a.m. The land here didn’t grow anything. The trees were scorched black, the ground cracked and dead. Wind scraped the dirt like it wanted to bury every secret still breathing. Ember stood alone at the perimeter gate, helmet off, dust clinging to her boots. A rusted metal sign hung on the fence: