Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? Unmask herself?" The King stated explaining "As you well know my late wife, the Queen, was a hybrid. Half witch. Half Lycan. She was Arya's mother. The witch side, no matter the amount passed down, is always stronger with the next generation. It also allows them to have special abilities as well as being a Lycan. She has quite a few abilities from what we have discovered. Masking her scent is just one of those abilities she has explored. When she left her husband and declared herself rogue her scent didn't actually change to how a normal wolf or Lycans would when becoming rogue. She had to mask her scent and make herself smell like a rogue until her and the baby

Both strength and power are par. Arden never thought, the high king was this powerful. He could keep up on his movements and strength of magical force. Indeed, the force this high king had is very useful. Unbeknownst to Arden, Mavere Antere is a forceo which essence is of Ancient magic. Mavere Antere is the origin of Ancient Magic. The source of all magic. "Mavere skantum" Edward chanted. Suddenly, arrows of red lights appeared and surrounds him. Its numbers are of thousands. Edward threw those thousands red arrow lights unto Arden.

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

Following those words, Vice City Lord Anderson took the corrupted object away from Mistaken Fox, and Mistaken Fox was given a system prompt, followed by him being enveloped by a ring of light, signifying that he leveled up. While Mistaken Fox took a moment to examine his new stats now that he's gotten to level 20, Vice City Lord Jameson took out a piece of blank paper and wrote it up before putting it into an envelope and sealing it with the City Lord's seal for SC Pier City. He then made a cough, attracting Mistaken Fox's attention before he spoke, "Recruit, I can see that you are an Arcane Summoner. That's not a class many gain access to in these parts, so you obtaining it means that it is

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

--- Part I – Beneath the Ember Vault Deep beneath the volcanic caves of Mount Thirell, past centuries of collapsed corridors and rusted glyph walls, a hidden chamber pulsed with forgotten heat. Red light licked the stone like a flame caught in slow time. A lone figure knelt before a relic bound in iron and bone: the Ember Vault. Its surface shimmered with wards half-melted, once meant to never be disturbed. But they were failing. The figure, cloaked in ash-crimson robes, removed her mask. Her name was Calren Voss, exiled archivist of Venara, now rogue prophet of the Red Circle.

A hand—her father's—grabbing hers, leading her to safety. Vosvak Spade. Once the cunning, ruthless Minister of the Arcane Council, now rotting in the cursed chambers beneath the Tomb of Il’Sharak. Accused of summoning the monstrous wretches that razed entire villages, and condemned by none other than Miyal Rhax’s father—the great Alpha himself. Perfera clenched her fists. The mirror rippled. A different image formed—Krishna Aswald on the pyre, emerald eyes blazing, flames licking at her skin, yet still she screamed defiance. Miyal, standing cold and unflinching.

They had just met highest-up palace officials and nobles who insisted that Nehan be sentenced, Carlen asked them to wait for the results of Noura's analysis. "Kicked out," Vander growled, he was still pissed off. Carlen smiled faintly. The reputation of Vander and Nancy's relationship is not good. "It's done, please come in," Nancy shouted from inside the room. Everyone quickly went inside. Nancy was still sitting beside general Nehan. "What has happened to him?" Vander smiled wryly. "That's why you should have listened to my explanation first!" Carlen took a deep breath. "From the abilities Vander has, Vander sees and smells half vampires and half witches around the forest."

Her arcane eye was buzzing with activity, she could see the tendrils lashing out from the soil and dancing in a hypnotic grotesque fashion as they waved into the air. “Arcane radiation is strong her mam, but no threats spotted” six voltiirs had gone ahead and checked the area for any danger, Brasidas was leading and had just returned. “I sensed it from the boat, they look like tentacles spawning from a sea urchin. Ever seen one of those?” She asked Brasidas and the Lieutenant, who had just engaged into a deeper state of the arcane eye evident by the light red shroud that had covered their eyes.

As she pressed her obsidian ring against the page, the Vance and Vane bloodlines finally merged into a single, unbreakable sovereign authority. "The Archive is insolvent, the Thorne board is liquidated, and the debt is paid in full!" Verina’s voice was a solid, terrifyingly calm resonance that echoed through the library’s foundations, her words acting as a master-override that sent a massive, concussive wave of golden energy through the building. The girl from the tank shrieked one final time before her obsidian frame dissolved into a cloud of harmless, violet vapor, and the Archive’s radiant white eyes finally flickered out, leaving the chamber in a peaceful, absolute darkness.