Vander Arcane Novels & Stories

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!"

“Who are you?” The air shimmered again, and the demon bowed. Slow, mocking, as though unveiling herself in a court long forgotten. “I am Vraeleth,” she whispered, her wings unfurling in a sound like tearing silk. “Harbinger of the Ninth Flame. One of the keepers of the Broken gates of hell.” The name struck something deep within Merenrys, an old memory resurfacing. Her memory of their cruelty from their 'indulgence' flashing in her mind once more. Her knees buckled. "But that name was sealed… long before—”

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

“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to stay safe.” Lennon nodded and placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. Then his eyes flicked toward me as I tapped on my phone, sending the details swiftly. “There,” I said, sliding my phone back into my pocket. “I’ve sent you the contact information for someone at The Arcane Network.” “The Arcane Network?” Lennon repeated, raising a brow. “They’re a specialized group that handles situations like this—shady dealings, hidden threats, people who want to fly under the radar. They’ve helped me before, and trust me, they’ll be very interested in working with you.”

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.”

Leo reckoned asking a vendor as they provide legit information if they knew. They approached a vendor who was selling green groceries. They asked him about the elemental ability holder. "Yes, there is someone who has elemental ability." The vendor informed them. "Great! Can you tell more about the person?" Alex requested. "I don't know much about the person. I only know his name. It was something Arc..Arcan...Arcano. Yes, Arcano it is. You will find his house at the end of the village." "Thank you so much for the information." Adi thanked the vendor and they strolled towards the end of the village.