Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

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."

Over the years, Vandokar 's hand has passed into the possession of Arkham the Cruel, lieutenant of Tiamat, in exchange for his services he may have contact with another person. Tsuki then arranged a meeting with Arkham, who wanted power to rise through the ranks, while his eye belonged to Emirikol the Planes walker, both of whom spent significant time on Avernus. So, he devised a plan for Arkham the cruel, he proposed a game of chaotic plots, in exchange for Vandokar 's hand, he offered a poison that would kill his first general of Tiamat, as well as a love potion to conquer. whatever you want.

He strolled to the board, pausing mid-step to glance over the class. “This won’t be the class where you learn fireballs or teleportation,” he said. “If that’s what you want, you’re in the wrong room.” Silence. “Good. Because this is the class that will make you dangerous.” He turned back to the board and scrawled three words in elegant, sweeping letters: The Arcane Veins. Then, facing them again—his grin wicked, eyes alight with manic curiosity—he said, “Let’s begin with the source of all magic…”

Inside the cold, dimly lit chamber hidden beneath the old Landon manor, test tubes glowed faint red under blue arcane lights. Cane Landon—Carl’s younger brother, a scientist whose mind was as sharp as his claws—stood before a reinforced glass desk filled with ancient tomes and modern instruments. He tapped the vial labeled “AL-VB-01”—Alaric Vaelthorne’s blood sample. Maika stood behind him, arms folded, her golden eyes watchful as Cane inserted the sample into a crystalline centrifuge inscribed with sigils.

"I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you." Hunter gave me a look of disbelief. "I don't have powers. Not like what you just did." "You do. We Reinhardts are different, our powers have to be activated. I only received my Talent, as we call it, about a year ago - actually, a few months less than that." He stared off out the kitchen window for a long moment. "And the others? Are they like you?" "Avery is Necromancer," I replied, and finished my soda. I tossed the can into the recycling bin. "She's Head of the Manser family. The Mansers are known for their Talent in Vision, seeing the past, present, and future, even."

I stammer, darting my eyes back to Zander to see if he noticed my new interaction. “Ohh... I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Amber,” she smiles and pulls me in for a tight hug, half choking me. “I was furious when he came home with that girl Grace. That’s one of my rules: never get too involved with someone, especially if you know you have a mate out there. It only leads to heartbreak.” Amber starts rambling as she lets me go. “Jeez, Amber, don’t bombard her. She’s only been here for a day.” Daniel sighs, standing next to me, pouring himself his drink.

I gestured to where Dain’s family was, towards the very bottom where instead of vibrant shades painted across the sky, there were deep blues and violets of night. “Viotto represents air, but I’ve seen you use that magic darkness of yours more than anything else. It also doesn’t explain why the bottom of the map is painted as night, and the top as day.” Mom pointed out, cocking her eyebrow in a way that was identical to my own. Dain noticed the similarities between us, as he noticed just about everything, and chuckled lightly. “There are two arcane elements that aren’t spoken of, that a very select few within House Shaw and Viotto can possess.”

Vivan said as his body fell down on floor covered in pool of his own blood while his eyes remained on Ravan face in meantime Ravan to kept his eyes on Vivan who was now slowly slipping in to death mouth by standing tall above him holding ‘khanda’ in his hand as blood kept oozing form his arm where bullet was shot when unexpectedly a lone tear drop escaped his left eye and rolled down his cheek. Once Vivan soul…. slowly left his body Ravan drop down his sword on ground and hastily made his way towards Shabbier underground area, a secret place where many of illegal good like guns, drugs, alcohol and explosives were stored, Since Ravan was well familiar with this underground tunnel he did not w

I added before giving Varga a final pat on the head and I opened a portal and walked through it to the outer walls of the castle. Varga is an ancient creature of magic. Bringing him so close to a force like that of the Tree of Magic might break the bonds that I have him under, to myself. His abilities are quite rare. After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence.

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.