Warwick Arcane Novels & Stories

Making my back arch until my shoulders flattened against the table. Next to me the tipped candle caught the cloth afire. Blooming into an orange flame as he entered me. It spread wildly and I tossed my head to look at it. Panting nervously. “Don’t worry about that.” He waved a dismissive hand and the fire doused as if a bucket had been thrown on it. The black hole in the tablecloth smoking haplessly. Warlock magic. I yelped and clawed at the tablecloth. He growled low in his throat and stroked deeply into me. Withdrawing until only the heavy tip lingered inside. Then he eased back in. Embedding deeply again and making me gasp from the foreign feeling of being pushed open.

RUN. Everything about her was unknown. All it said was she was dangerous, extremely dangerous. She's been off the radar so long that she's seen as dead. But I knew different. As if new possible threats wasn't enough... COLE ARSONI SPECIES - WARLOCK / VAMPIRE AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 4751 BATTLES WON - 4750 BATTLES LOST - 1 LOCATION - UNKNOWN. DECEASED. LUCIFER

Reyna’s forty from the eastern flank, Aldric’s sixty from the west — not at the witches directly, not yet, but at the angles between them, disrupting the circle’s geometry, forcing the coven to choose between maintaining stream coherence and defending against physical engagement. Witches required concentration. We were there to end concentration. The first warrior reached the perimeter in twelve seconds. A witch on the eastern side broke her stream to raise a defensive shield — and Marcus, who had been waiting for exactly that, signaled the next wave through the gap. The dark magic above the mansion flickered. Eleven streams. Then nine. “She needs two more,” Marcus’s voice through the bond.

she assures me, digging her nails into Sydney’s arm. “The Arcane Umbra warriors have been told to gather at the edge of the city. I will deal with them once Misty and Aviva are settled and tended to.” My eyes flick to Sydney, whose murderous expression is cracking with confusion. “They were cursed,” I assert, holding his gaze. “They didn’t know what they were doing. They don’t understand what’s happening now.” I look at the couple, scanning their bodies. “Are you all right?” Sarah gives me a smile, but her eyes water with disbelief. “We’re fine.”

She smiled, “That would be great.” We walked to the kitchen, so that I could finish supper, when I saw another group of dark warlocks outside, trying to see in. I launched daggers at them and they all dropped. Lori asked, “How do you do that?” I laughed, “I have a bunch of daggers and spears premade so that I can do that. I tell the weapons where to stab them, and they do it.” She smiled, “That is such an amazing ability. I bet it has come in handy. I smiled, “It has. They are made of ice, but they don’t melt until I use them. Then they melt immediately. They are invisible to the enemy, but I have a spell on them that will make them melt immediately if anyone but me touches them or hands the

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

This ancient conflict, the scrolls revealed, was not merely a war for territory or power; it was a clash of ideologies, a struggle over the very essence of their magical heritage. The Lunaris, the scrolls explained, were associated with shadow and mystery, wielding magic that manipulated the darkness, the night, and the unseen energies of the world. The Solari, in contrast, were beings of light and purity, their magic drawing upon the sun’s radiant energy, focusing on healing, protection, and the balance of nature. The Obsidian Pack, they learned, was a splinter group of the Lunaris, warped and twisted by their dark magic, consumed by a lust for power that had corrupted their very essence.

Burdak shook his head, "I already asked..and Arjuno doesn't know how." “Mmh… I remember something…” Randu said quietly, she doesn't know how to explain it… without revealing the fact that she had met her old friend and he is a man, Dame. “I've heard… from one of the people in my village, my old friend… there is someone who has ancient powers… he can annul a marriage… even a pair of werewolf mates… their bonds can be broken by that person. But I don't know what his name is…and where.”

Elder Alaric immediately said, let's attack Blood Crest when they least expect and avenge our slain brothers. Elder Amarok was quiet and slowly he said, can I ask a question? Go ahead I replied. He said, we have been at war with the Blood Crest pack for years and we are enemies but do we have evidence that this was an attack from them? What do you mean to say I asked in anger. Elder Alaric interrupted and said, maybe you're too cowardly to defend your home but Blood Crest is the only enemy capable of attacking us unaware. I just dont want us to make a mistake so soon before making findings on the attack and therefore giving the blood crest an edge over us before the war insisted Elder Amarok

His hands, steady yet filled with an otherworldly energy, traced intricate patterns in the air as he summoned the essence of ancient powers. With deliberate reverence, Zephyr made his offering—an item of significance, perhaps a relic from ages past—placing it ceremoniously within the flames. He then reached for a shimmering, ornate dagger, its blade pulsating with an ethereal aura. With a swift, practiced motion, he drew the blade across his palm, a luminous arc trailing in its wake. A few drops of his blood sizzled as they made contact with the searing heat of the fire, releasing an acrid scent that mingled with the incense. As the room crackled with arcane energy, a presence began to manif