Warwick Arcane Novels & Stories

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

"I've heard of it before, but what exactly is it?" Marshal Barns nodded, sensing Danial's interest in the topic. "Elemental magic is the manipulation of the fundamental elements of nature," he elaborated. "These elements include fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. Those who possess the ability to wield elemental magic can harness the power of these elements to cast spells and manipulate their surroundings." "Similarly," Marshal Barns continued, "arcane arrays are intricate patterns of energy that can be imbued with various effects, from enhancing one's abilities to creating powerful barriers or unleashing devastating attacks. They are incredibly complex and require both innate talent and ye

The distinction between a warlock and a poison witch doctor was that a warlock practiced a specific type of sorcery called black magic that originated in Southeast Asia. Black magic was a hybrid of witchcraft and curses designed to retaliate against specific people. Smack! "Damn it!" Chancellor Snyder slapped the table, frustrated. His entire body erupted in golden light, and behind his head appeared a crown-like halo that resembled the sun. That happened in a flash, but it reminded Chad of who the chancellor really was—Micah Snyder. Chad had learned that name from Grayson. Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky.

No mortal knew what the criteria for being able to wield an artifact was as the gods deemed us unfit of possessing such knowledge. That didn't stop people from trying to acquire them though. This, the secret association known as the Arcane Collectors was born. A group of individuals who dedicated their lives and the lives of many in their bloodline to collecting as many of these artifacts as possible. Some were usually lucky enough to have someone who could wield an artifact in their team. Now, the association has a unique ranking system based on the English alphabet with Z being the top dog and A being the weak runt. To attain a rank, you needed a specific amount of regular relics, Union ar

“Of course I’m happy. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I’m only confused because my thoughts were so strong. I could hear that you’re my-“ I was cut off as Vincent Dawn, Alpha of my old pack Twilight Village ran up to our table. “Are you out of your mind, son?!” He asked Shaun in a loud and threatening whisper. With a side eye of Shaun’s sister, he lowered his voice more. “You should have taken my daughter Winnie as your Luna! What are you going to do with a common she-wolf?” Shaun furrowed his brows. “Excite how you speak to me.”

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

For an act so powerful, the witches were surprised it took less than ten minutes to magically seal the cellar's door with the Star of Chaos and the words to the banishing spell, and reinforce the bind with Cadence's blood. They left the Delacroix manor soon after the vampires' enraged cries when they struggled to open the door confirmed the bind had worked. Luann and Carmella had returned to Sonja's house to give her a full report. They couldn't tell her anything about Warwick, but they assured her he was fine. Someone had seen him with the wolves. Morning came. Bodies were hauled to the morgue. Fathers returned to their families. Mothers stayed strong for their loved ones. And Warwick didn'

He says and he frowns noticing the look I have on my face. “Don’t you want backup Chloe? Don’t you want the werewolves dead? This serum I made can provide you with back up. It can give me the strength I need to fight against the werewolves.” Warren says and I don’t know how to feel about what he’s telling me. “There’s already one new species and that is Morgana. We don’t need another one Warren. You have to destroy the contents of that bottle.” I say to him and he looks at me with disappointment, like he expected me to act differently.

“Wonderful selection. Boltra Souza, my brother, is the master of class charger, which includes swordsmanship. He'll be a great teacher,” Lora was shown the contract and asked to sign it. “No, Jrue, we're not going to talk about it anymore. I don't want to see those heretics deceive my son. Gifts are a curse placed on the earth by Arni, the Elder Brother god. They are a means of vengeance. “Don't you see the deaths they caused, the schisms they triggered in the human race, and then the visitor glorifies them and tries to teach our children sorcery?” his mother exclaimed.

This pivotal moment held the promise of both redemption and devastation. As Darren pushed open the door, a wave of arcane energy washed over him, its presence both tangible and ethereal. The room was bathed in a soft glow, cast by flickering candles that danced like flames in the stillness. At the center of it all stood the wizard, a figure shrouded in mystery and power. The wizard's eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, met Darren's gaze with a mixture of compassion and understanding. Without a word, the wizard gestured for Maddie and Darren to approach, their footsteps echoing softly against the floorboards.