Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

He sat down, eagerly digging in, all the while thinking about how much smoother things had gone than he expected. No Talon, good food, Zedekiel was getting treated, and a chance to rest. It wasn’t so bad after all. After finishing his meal, Alaric sat back in his chair, letting out a contented sigh. There was no fruit salad but the food was good. He reached into his robes and pulled out a shard of the contact mirror. It was a mirror that enabled one to contact anyone from anywhere. The enchanted piece shimmered faintly as he whispered a spell, summoning the reflection of his second in command, the Veilkeeper of the Nightshade Coven, Lyca.

“This is Rowyn Vale, Mom. Descendant of Vaelryn. The Godkiller Heir. She has thirteen magics. And she’s our center.” Her face went pale. She gasped, covering her mouth. “And the Obsidian Accord tried to take her,” Zeph added, his voice tight. I lifted a hand. “Hi. So… is it okay if I collapse now?” The woman composed herself in one graceful breath, then looked me over like she was already planning to go to war on my behalf. “I’m Liora Sylvaran,” she said, lifting her chin. “And fuck the Accord. I’d love to see those pompous bastards try to take you from here.”

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

Their pain was a symphony I conducted, each note laced with anguish and betrayal. Aria was on her knees, her cries echoing through the chamber as she clutched Darius’s limp body. The glowing remnants of the artifact spun above her, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the beating of her fractured heart. It was beautiful, in a way—a raw display of the power that had kept them bound for far too long. “Such devotion,” I murmured, stepping out from the shadows. Her head snapped up, her tear-streaked face filled with fury. “Veyron,” she spat, her voice venomous.

He had seen creatures in the forest, wolves and lycans, but this—the fire within her—was uncontrolled, dangerous. Kael entered then, moving like a shadow along the threshold. His eyes, gold and sharp, lingered on her form. The cabin seemed smaller under his presence, the air heavier. “You’re fighting it,” he said, low, almost a growl in itself. “And that’s why you’re losing.” “I’m not… I’m not!” Evelyn’s head snapped up, eyes blazing. “I’m not losing myself! I’m human! I—”

but the door was slightly ajar, and the haunting notes of a violin drifted through. Against his better judgment, Jake peered inside. There, alone on the stage, was the young woman from earlier. Her eyes were closed as her fingers danced across the strings of what had to be the most unusual violin he'd ever seen—its transparent body catching and refracting the stage lights like a prism. Jake stood transfixed, unable to look away, knowing he was witnessing something extraordinary. Something his father would never understand.

“You’re alive.” Raphael’s hand weakly reached up, resting against my cheek, his eyes widening. "Your eyes…” he whispered, his fingers grazing his own face in awe. "They’re red. You… are…” “…a Lycan,” Lance completed for him, his voice filled with wonder. “She has the gift of resurrection.” But our moment of reunion was shattered by the Overlord’s enraged roar. “You…” the Overlord snarled, his face twisted in fury. “How…?”

"But I want payment upfront for the weapons shipment. Half now. Half when the campaign launches." Damien looked at Bryce who nodded. The money was available. Damien had been draining the Crescent Moon treasury for weeks to fund this war. By the time it was over the pack would be financially gutted whether they won or lost. Another gift for me. "Shadow Ridge is in" Voss said. "But I want something else besides territory." Damien frowned. "What?" "When we breach the Lycan Kingdom I want first access to their weapons vault. Whatever is inside belongs to me."

“True balance requires sacrifice, trust, and the willingness to stand together even when the path ahead seems impossible.” A heavy silence followed. Ryan sensed the subtle shift in Aria’s emotions through their bond. It was not panic or raw anger this time, but a deep, uncomfortable recognition. The mountain continued to reveal fragments of her own destiny through the lives of those long dead. Each vision seemed to draw her closer to an identity she was not yet ready to fully embrace, and Ryan was beginning to understand why that terrified her so deeply. Without warning, the gate pulsed with faint light. The countless symbols carved across its surface began to illuminate one after another, g