Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

My vision blurs, my hair threading with that translucent, dying silver. 00:15. A shadow appears at the top of the crumbling staircase. It’s not Kael. The figure is too large, too heavy. He wears an iron cloak that doesn't flicker, and eyes that glow with a steady, cybernetic gray. Silas Vance. He stares down at the collapsing room, his face a mask of scarred stone. He holds a heavy, data-shrouded cable in his hand, the end sparking with raw power. "Aria!" he shouts.

Kaze was disowned by the Lees and took his wife’s family name. He then revealed something else. “We just learned that Gareth, your old training pal in Arcadia, died at the hands of Lee, Uncle Gunter. “Gareth’s goddaughter, Hannah, is a member of the Viper’s Den, one of the special organizations in Arcadia. She tried to avenge Gareth, only to get the Viper’s Den involved. “In the end, Magnus, the branch director of the Viper’s Den’s Westeros branch is dead.” Niko observed Gunter’s expression.

I closed the door again and faced her. “I will just meet Tania” We both said. She knows what my answer is because she knows what is inside of my head. My feelings and everything and it is unfair for me but I can’t do something about it. He is an archangel in disguise and it is obvious that he is higher than me. “Come and sit here,” She said. I didn’t move and I just looked at her, because I know Tania is already waiting for me.

Only one held the shape of a future that wasn’t a slow, private failure. “Shadow specialist,” she said at last. “Who.” Aria didn’t answer immediately. When she did, her tone carried the wariness of someone opening a door to a room they’d nailed shut for good reason. “There’s a man in the deep market,” she said. “Name on the street shifts, but the one that sticks is Vance. Ex‑Siren engineer. High clearance once upon a time. Helped design early cascade schematics before he decided Mother looked better from far away and vanished into freelance hell.”

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

"Grand Marshal Vance, this is a flagrant violation of the sovereign neutrality treaties! The Dawn-Gild is a protected global asset—" Vance closed the distance in a flash of lethal grace. He didn't debate. His heavy hand shot out, grabbing the Arbiter by the throat and slamming his head down onto his own desk, shattering the inkwells and sending a cascade of black fluid pooling across the ledger sheets. With a brutal twist of his wrist, Vance ripped the porcelain mask away, revealing the pale, sweating features of a high-ranking Lycan traditionalist from the southern borderlands. "Your neutrality died when you leaked the core-stone coordinates to the Draconian vanguard, Lord Sterling," Vance

Carine asked, nerves jangling at his tone. “It may be the only way,” Horann said. “You, yourself stated you were useless like this.” “Yes but I won’t do that,” he said sternly. “What? What won’t you do?” Carine asked in utter confusion. “There’s an ancient technique we were both taught years ago,” Vanadine told her. “In the most dire of circumstances, it’s possible to take life force, argan, from another to heal wounds.” “Okay...So, like a succubus?”

Fearlessly facing his decade-long enemy, the vampire nemesis of their history. The cold zephyr blew, and the warm breath he was hauling became visible as he steps furthermore. Still, Vander remained standing. Bold and with no sign of fear to be reflected on his face. His eyes flashed red and the sword on his hand ignited with blue flames as the environment around them changed and perhaps it was from Vander’s ability of illusions. “It would be nice if I were to end you here. Do you still remember where we are?” he taunts as the sound of crickets occupied.

ORDER OF THE BLESSED AS GIFTED BY THE HEAVENS Etheral Scorchers; Blaze Bringers Siroccians; Air weavers Terramancer; Earth Healers; Water manipulator Anatom Diremages; control the heartbeats and the blood Veilwalkers; clone people bodies and powers Healers; heal the body Elemental Cinders; they fix things *************-*************** ARWYN Wyrm Town... Beneath my nails, traces of dirt linger from my daring descent down the chimney of the brick-layered fabric store two nights ago. The worth of that venture now weighs on me as I sit in the dimly lit room of the same establishment, anticipation thick in the air.

Chapter 27: The Hidden Architect The Highlands had always been a place where the veil between the past and the future was thinnest. At Glenvair, the air was thick with the scent of wet heather and the sharp, metallic tang of the Resonance Key, the iridescent cylinder that now lay on the floorboards between Evelyn Vanderwall and the man she had buried in her mind two decades ago. Thomas Vance looked older than his years, his face a cartography of survival. One side of his jaw was webbed with the silver scars of the Atuabo fire, and his amber eyes, so much like Killian’s, were weary with the weight of "Forbidden" knowledge.