Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

Alpha Darren did not consider his marriage to be a business marriage. Alpha Darren finally sat down again, he also wanted to clarify something that was still lingering in his mind. “You used me to cover up your shame?” He gave Annabelle a sharp look. “I am Alpha Pack Kyne! Do you know who you're messing with?” Annabelle looked down deeply, she knew and understood she was wrong. But she was also very pressured at that moment. She might be asked to abort her fetus and her boyfriend might be killed by her father if he knew all that. That's why she asked for help from the strongest person in the Pack, Alpha Darren.

​She’s seen a ghost, Malachi," Damian replied, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Just like you’re about to be if you don't lower that weapon. ​The Priest Malachi tilted his head. A small, cruel smile touched his lips. The Cleanup Crew doesn't take orders from men who are currently operating on credit, Mr. Thorne. But the Architect... he’s practical. He realizes that Julian Vane is a blunt instrument. He’s looking for a scalpel. He’s looking for the person who actually knows how to read the ink. ​He flicked his gaze to me for the first time. It was like being touched by a cold, wet cloth. Tell me, Aara Vance. Do you know why your grandmother’s name is the key to the satellite ledger? Do you

She flipped it around so both Erin and Jada could see it. Jada released a sigh, mesmerized seeing the blue glow around the root. She analyzed the piece with her artistic eyes and immediately recognized it as a herb unlike any she had encountered in all her years of practice as a herbalist in her former settlement, before arriving at Arcana Hills. "What is that?" Erin asked while Jada remained fixated on the image. "It's called the Acheron root. It is to vampires what wolfsbane is to wolves," Chensa explained. Dean Carol stepped forward and placed her hands gently on Jada's shoulders, snapping her out of her trance. "We have missions for you, and it starts with transferring from Arcana Hills

Alaric's body, suspended in the vortex, began to dissolve—fading piece by piece into shimmering fragments of light, each part of him drawn into the portal. Zavian clenched his fists, his entire body shaking as he fought to maintain the spell. The toll was unbearable now, his vision dimming and his breath shallow, but he pushed forward, unwilling to falter at this final moment. The fragments of Alaric's form shimmered like golden dust, disappearing into the spiraling void until only the faintest outline of him remained. The wind roared one last time before it stopped abruptly, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake. Zavian's hands dropped limply to his sides as the glow of the magic circle

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

CHAPTER 78 Morgana carefully arranged the items on the table in front of her. She placed the vampire's personal belongings in the center, surrounded by the black candle and the red thread. Taking a deep breath, she began her work. Morgana slowly lit the black candle, letting its dark flames fill the room with a smoky haze. Closing her eyes, she began to chant a strange incantation. "*Vampiri arcanum revula, locus meus mea vox audim, ad me vepire ut possim me videre*"

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power. Aria's grandfather, Mtungagore, the Azanian warlock, recognizes the urgency of the situation. As a guardian and ally, he understands the gravity of protecting me and Summer from further harm. With a flick of his aged hand, he deploys his expertise, creating intricate barriers that prove impenetrable to Vornt's minions.

All eyes turned to her. Ignivara’s golden irises shimmered, revealing a flame barely contained. “Beneath the Phoenix Sanctum lies a tomb older than all of us. It was sealed by our ancestors—deities who have long since passed into stardust. Within it sleeps an ancient entity once called Umbraeth, the Devourer of Essence.” Vaelora sat forward slowly, lips parting. “I thought that was myth…”