Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Rows upon rows of forbidden texts stretched upward into the vaulted shadows, a labyrinth of forgotten knowledge hiding the ultimate puppet master. Vance was cornered against a massive, stained-glass window depicting the fall of Lucifer. The fading twilight filtered through the colored glass, painting his panicked face in jagged shards of deep crimson and sapphire blue. He was panting, his hand clawing at his chest where a sleek, biometric remote rested in his pocket. "Stay back!" Vance shouted, his voice cracking against the sacred silence of the library. "You think you’re free because you unlocked a genetic lock? I built the labyrinth! I own the exit!"

to become a "Universal-Operating-System." Avery Vane-Thorne stood at the lip of the "Indigo-Void," her "Gold-Vanguard" aura now a "Tidal-Wave of Amber-Silk" that touched the "Thermal-Upper-Atmosphere." She didn't feel "Loss." She felt "Expansion." Every "Substitute-Bride" who had ever lived was "Syncing" through her "Marrow."

“For Mira. For the others. Before they broke faith.” “You can forge again?” Ari asked. Veda placed a hand on the cold anvil. “I can forge something different.” She turned to Ari. “But the cost is yours.” “What kind of cost?” Veda walked toward her, placing a burning hand on Ari’s pendant. “To wield this, you must burn what you love most.” Ari swallowed. She thought of her father. Of Kael. Of the forest. Of herself. “I’m ready,” she said.. “Then the fire is yours

Back to the garden, he looked away from the camera, shaking his head slowly yet again. “The guts!” He breathed deep and faced the camera one more time. “I realized I couldn’t let her face all that alone. Because it was all on me. So while Fran Garner looked for a medium, I tried to locate the sensitive that had helped me get rid of my attachment. When I was informed she’d passed, I went to the Manor personally, and gave Fran Garner the only thing I had that could help her: the pendant.” He showed it again. “This pendant.” He raised his eyebrows. “And I had the first news ever about what had actually transpired that night five years ago: that a dark magic ritual had been performed, to chain t

That cruel, demonesque smirk. It spoke louder and clearer than any word could ever say. He was going to find me and when he does... I clenched my eyes shut as my thoughts clouded. Through the haze of it, I could only see one thing on the canvas of my mind. My greys intermingled with black and then I was thrown into an odyssey of darkness. A maze of questions that didn't have answers. Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

She looks like she’s about a decade old, but the intensity of her eyes and the power radiating off her tells me that she’s not what she seems. Her eyes traverse across us until they stop in front of Lana. “Abaddon, destroyer of all,” she looks at me, “Lucifer, king of hell,” then moves her gaze to Michael, “Michael, Archangel and protector of heaven. I am Clotho the Moirai, the Weaver of fates.” Lana vows her head in deference, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Clotho. If my history serves me right, there are three of you.”

Azraiel tries to work the timeline in his head. “Azraiel…I really think you should talk to Aunt Caitlyn.” Theo says to Azraiel. “Yeah.. I think it’s time.” Azraiel says grimly. He loves his Aunt to death but she can be scary sometimes. Azraiel turns towards Katya, “Caleb, the white wolf mentioned a witch who has been helping Richard. Her name is Alana. Does that name ring a bell?” Katya scrunches her brows for a moment and then Azraiel sees the realization dawn in her eyes.