Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

“All we have to do is rest until Lovren wakes up but we can’t do anything for now. He has to be fully awake for us to continue on our quest. I felt pity for Lovren. He had helped us a lot and we got him stuck in our mess, and now his car was spoiled beyond repair. Would he ever forgive us for the fact that we introduced him to something that endangered him even if it was for the greater good at least he had done what we asked for but now he’s together but he nor realizes how dangerous the world can be in a world full of immortals and little mortals. Only those with exceptional abilities and power can defeat the full immortals. I was hoping he would forgive us and would continue to work with

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

And a man stands before an arcane storm. A man with silver hair. Eyes like dying stars. A smile like a blade. The architect—alive, human, and crowned. Kael’s voice pierced her mind from somewhere distant. “Alessia! ALESSIA!” She couldn’t answer. The vision swallowed her. She saw the architect reaching toward the sky—pulling luminousness into his palm. The city trembled. The storm cracked. And Arcana fell. Not destroyed by war. Not swallowed by sea.

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

I figured you would want to say your goodbyes to her" I said to her as she wiped her eyes and got up. We made our way to the cemetery where Arya was going to be buried, the men already waiting for us as her grave had been dug out. Arya was in a coffin and I could see that Sophia was having a hard time approaching the coffin. It was almost like there was an invisible force standing there, just then, I followed her sight and was shocked by the identity of the one in the casket. Lady Willow. "We are sorry my king, but her body peeled off just as the women were preparing her. She used magic to conceal her real identity. We waited for you to come and see because we didn't want to inform you in f

Chapter 1: The Summoning Price Candles flickered wildly in the ancient stone chamber hidden beneath the crumbling ruins of Eldrath, their flames dancing as if alive with the forbidden magic I had unleashed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I traced the final line of the intricate summoning circle with my own blood, the metallic scent mixing with the musty air of forgotten tomes and decaying tapestries. I was Seraphina Vale, a twenty-five-year-old arcane scholar who had dedicated her life to dusty scrolls and protective wards rather than the desires that stirred in my treacherous body. My form had always been a curse and a secret longing—lush, heavy breasts that strained against the laces

"She came in contact with a shentuka a few weeks ago, and was unharmed. That's a big indication that she's not ordinary." "It was just one, wasn't it? Warriors were on their way which scared it off," Xavier said, folding his arms. Violet didn't look like a supernatural. The only thing supernatural about her was her peculiar eye color. A magnetic shade of violet that felt like drawing him in no matter how much he resisted.

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.