Novel & Cerita Vander Arcane

he mumbled to himself, but I heard him clearly. "Why... why is Helios acting like this?" Was it because Vander was angry at us for what we did to Carmilla? "Listen, Zuri. Vander is a very dangerous man," Apollo said, his tone grave. "You saw his scar beneath his left eye down to his jaw, right? He did that to himself." I was even more shocked by his words. I mean, I had seen Vander's scar, and it was hideous. It looked like it came from a wound inflicted by a sharp object. And I couldn't fathom someone doing that to their own face.

About that, Then, the immortal slowly pulled his cock out of his pants, just as Circe, Morgana and Killer Frost had done. - You know. Vandal said.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

“Half. We're half brothers and Jaxon doesn't exactly talk about every aspect of his life. Especially the part that has to do with me.” “Why?” “Because I betrayed him.” Kallista stared at him, her curiosity piqued, but before she could press further, a figure stepped into the garden. “I didn't expect to see you here, Zander.” As they both turned to the figure, Zander’s sad expression was tucked in and the cocky smirk she had seen earlier came back to the surface. “I expected to see you though. Here for some damage control Nessa?” Vanessa Hawthorne. Former runway model and once married to a popular pop star, now chief communications and brand officer of the Hawthorne group and divorced.

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.

Annabella raised her brows "The only Thadeus I know is the CEO of CLASSIC FOUR WHEELS,the company where all the best cars comes from" Cindy winked and Annabella swallowed "Why are you asking tho?" Cindy questioned "I just want to know,I actually met a Thadeus this morning so I want to know if he's the one or not" Annabella said and Cindy's eyes widened "You met Thadeus Storm?!!" She screamed "Babe I said I am not sure If he's the one" Annabella said

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

“Sometimes, on certain occasions and at certain times, we can access a bit of magic, but not always. New moons and full moons are usually the most potent. Whatever little magic we can access, we use for extra protection, like the mind spell and the barrier on the inside. We reinforce the spells with potions because they’re usually so weak. And the potions can only be made with rare herbs and some other items that are hard to find which is why it’s barely enough to go around. Whoever stays inside the tent has to give up the mind protection spell for the person outside for the day. My dagger is also enchanted to never miss, it’s extra protection for whoever is outside for the day.” “You’re sti

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.