Vander Arcane 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.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

I couldn't help but smile before taking the plate from him happily then I took a bite not minding how hot it was. "Careful Anna, it's not going anywhere" he says slightly amused. "Whatever, now let me continue" I say swallowing the chewed pancakes in my mouth. "The nerdy old man fell in love with a bad girl and due to the vow he made to himself, he let her go and lived the rest of his life in regret and sadness. The end" I say taking another huge bite of the pancake. "At least you know I don't break my vows and promises even though it cost me a lot" he says and I shrugged, no longer caring about his ego but the soft pancakes in my plate and mouth.

I somehow ran outside without him noticing. My attempts at trying to have a good time kept on failing as my eyes kept drifting to the house every time. Soon enough, I saw him walking towards us. My eyes grew wide as I ducked behind Val. Hopefully he won't be able to fight his brother right? I wondered. Val tried moving away from me but I held on to his arms. He looked up to see Lucian. "Uh-oh" "Please don't let me die". I cried dramatically. I duck my head away from Lucian's view.

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.

"The transfer you just made? You think you moved the Vane inheritance to a private account in Switzerland. But Sarah didn't just give us identities. She gave us a mirror-link." Vivienne’s face paled. She lunged for the laptop, flipping it back open. Her fingers flew across the keys, her breathing becoming ragged. "No... no, the confirmation code was accepted. It went through!" "It went to a ghost account," Damien said, walking to the center of the room. "The Vane Ledger doesn't respond to 'consent' anymore. It responds to the Architect. And the Architect only recognizes one Queen."

His spoon stirred his potion in slow, deliberate circles. Clarette announced the expected names. Alpha Jaxon. Luna Selene. Political theater, nothing more. Then: "Prince Riven's black carriage was seen in the driveway. He's enrolled." Aurel's heart rate accelerated minutely. Riven Vorspina. The vampire heir's presence meant the political structure was forming as predicted. Necessary. Controllable. But Clarette had saved the best. "And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history."

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: