Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

Violet began to synthesize the words that Marys spoke and she looked at Marys and Aiyana who nodded like they understood what her facial expressions meant. “The bond you speak of. It is the bond between Scarlet and I, isn’t it?” They nodded in agreement. “And this room, it belongs to her, isn’t it?” She added and they nodded again. Her shoulders dropped and she looked at the door once again.

Selene groaned and sat up slowly, cradling her shoulder. “It was the Violin,” she muttered. “It’s cursed... I shouldn’t have touched it.” "What is it?” Xander helped her up. “ “A Wailing Bow,” Selene replied, still pale. “One of the Old Ones’ relics. It channels pain - sings sorrow into death. Grandmother used to play one during rituals. They’re rare and dangerous.” "We came here for answers." Evangeline stepped back. “And we got a body.” “We also got this.” Cassius tossed her a folded piece of parchment, blood-spattered but intact.

Kaelani’s fingers moved in deliberate arcs—precise, almost delicate—drawing invisible lines through the air. Violet light followed the motion like ink in water, threading itself into existence at her command. The current gathered at her palm, coiling tighter and brighter. Her eyes burned violet, the color spilling through her irises like liquid light. She spoke then, not in common tongue but in Vaelorin, the ancient cadence smooth and resonant as it rolled through the room.

“I sent him to fetch an important scroll from Lagsu.” “Pretending to be the saintess won't get you anywhere.” “At least, it'll free my people. Sacrificing myself to protect three lives is worth it but if I'm to die, it won't be by your hands, Alaric.” Violet pulled out the knife she kept hidden inside her dress right sleeve and aimed for Alaric's neck but she couldn't reach him. There was some sort of magnetic force around Alaric's body, preventing her from hurting him.

It gave a deafening screech as it writhed in pain. “What is that disgusting thing?” Mar asked Vincent with distaste while Johan burned the creature alive. “That’s my youngest brother. He’s always been a brat...” answered Vincent. “No, I meant that... dark tentacle... thingy!” Mar asked once more as she fended off attack after attack from the other assailants. They were holding swords of darkness now, and her make-shift weapon was no match to it. It looked like it was about to snap in half. “That’s a creature of shadows from the in-between,” Vincent answered seriously. “You can summon them with the use of an arcane magic spell,” he added, “or you can pull them out straight from the darkness,

Ivy: If you don’t come down, I will have Jack get Blake so he can use his alpha aura on you and force you down. I wondered if she’d actually involve our alpha in this. Knowing that Lucy got her persistent nature from somewhere, I decided it was probably not a bluff. I forced myself out of bed and walked down the stairs. I realized the pain was less debilitating now, and I was able to walk. I opened the door and Ivy walked in, followed by Jack.

Delicate wildflowers, their petals aglow with hues as diverse as the colors of emotion, swayed in harmony with the whispering breeze. Archer, his eyes a swirling tempest of emotions, stepped forward, his voice resonating with a melodic depth that mirrored the serenade of the surrounding forest. "Violet," he breathed, his voice both a plea and a revelation, "in you, we have found the missing piece of our souls. A connection beyond the realm of understanding, woven by the hands of destiny."

she asked as she took that long red hair to curl around her finger "what do you want me to do? A war against the archduke's family?" "No dear...worse" a mischievous smile invaded her lips, one that would be unusual on the face of a child of that age "villains are not just people who cause blood...they are people who also cause agony, social isolations, an emotional hell. ..." the tone became velvety at that moment, one that completely fit with that image, the image of someone telling his Machiavellian plan "all you need to do, my dear violet... is see a way to bring the sea of fire to him."

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

she said sadistically, jolting me out of my thoughts. She tossed back the glass wine at me causing it to fall down, crushing into pieces. Aww, my expensive wine. Then I followed her hand movements with which she held onto her Katana sword . Slowly pulling out the blade from its scabbard, she gets up the seat and faces me. " Who are you?" Placing the sharp blade at my neck, Shanell growls. Her eyes were now burning golden, she was damn pissed off. Wow, she's an unpredictable woman. I shouldn't have let my confidence take over my consciousness. Warrior she-wolf like Shanell aren't looking for men in an inn to flirt or make love .