Warwick Arcane Novels & Stories

I smirked as I transferred my magic into my scythe and it’s now blazing with light magic. The demon gritted his teeth in anger and charged his attack first. I dodge it quickly as I swung my scythe in every direction like the speed of lightning and he is having a hard time keeping up with my speed. For the second time in my life, I am thrilled. There’s no doubt that King Warrick is the descendant of King Helios—the late Demon King that my sisters and I had defeated a long time ago when the first Great War took place in Magic Realm. Unfortunately, Lord Invictus survived and escaped from the war. And now, he’s planning to take over Magic Realm again. That’s why I have to gather all the lost dia

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

I turned around to glare at him and move away from him but as usual he pulled me closer by my waist and whispered in my ear in an intimidating tone "Be good" Those words were enough for me to stop moving away from him and without knowing I started moving to the place where I had to get the things. We went to the hidden magical market that was named after a famous wizard Alvin, Alvinelly. I bought all the things I would require to prevent anyone from recognising me and then I bought the things that I would require to escape from James without him noticing. He didn't understand my reason for buying so many things and as he knew nothing about them, I could easily buy them without much questioni

A subtle knock was on my door and when the door opened, Dante appeared with his new beta, of which he was told to wait outside. "Good morning your majesty," he greeted me as I nodded. "So Dante, you said you wanted to see me," I asked, going straight to the point. "Yes sir, there was another attack and they left a letter,"'he replied, handing me a rough sheet with blood stained. "They want to break their allegiance sir, which means another war will break out," Dante informed. I can't have another war, I haven't even settled the Kai issue, it makes trusting Kai with my kingdom really hard.

Warlock captured Historical investigators, the man that lead the people from the villages, spoke " Your Highness we have come to bring to your notice the disappearance of our noble men, who had gone to investigate tales, so as to make a proper record of them, they intended to write some as histories, if they were found out to be genuine, and tales, if they were frictional, but had vanished for months now, the last news about them was the one told of them entering the New King's kingdom, the king referred to as, THE GOLDSMITH, who began his reign few Months ago" Morolake looked from the witch mode, and found out that they had been jailed by, the king, she knew the king so well, even if he ap

Further upon asking about its source, middle aged couple informed us that infected young girl was their younger daughter while her name was name Mariana, Mariana was one beautiful young girl who turned Seventeen year earlier that week and her secret long time lover Adrian proposed Marian for marriage but she declined his proposal and made fun of him in front on her entire family and friend because he was a hunchback young man, she also mentioned that she was simply using his love for her selfish motive, Adrian was a Taylor by profession he used to run a small yet very popular garment shop in their town while Mariana used to get her gowns designed from her without paying him a dime. Humiliate

“That’s where the challenge lies. Warren is weakened, yes, because he can’t maintain a physical form of his own. He has to rely on hosts to act in the mortal world. If we can find a way to trap him, to bind him to one form, we could have a chance.” Barbie’s expression was intense, almost fierce. “There are old rituals, ancient spells hidden from most mages. We’ll need every bit of power we can gather, and you, with your chameleon magic and death touch, will be the anchor. But it won’t be easy. The cost may be high.” A heaviness settled in my chest, a steely resolve forming alongside it. Whatever price needed to be paid, I would pay it. For Misty, for those who had died to bring me here, and

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

The risks of pregnancy and diseases will always be present, but can always be fixed with a spell or two. If they weren’t roaming the streets, the vixens occupied the many pubs and taverns that littered the village. Most favored a particular tavern called Flutther’s Pub. The influx of wealthy men that poured into the tavern nightly was enough to keep a slew of them occupied. From the humblest of knights to the meanest of soldiers, all were the same as the insignia of our kingdom edged onto their sleeves. From the modest lords to the nastiest nobles, a treasure heirloom or fancy gold littering some part of their body.

"Aren't Warriors supposed to be smarter? But, then again, you are a human. Perhaps you've reached your capacity for intelligence. The faerie are a superior race, after all." "You're cocky, arrogant, psychotic, even asinine, but superior? Hardly. Although, coming out here like this does make you pretty ballsy." Rhychard turned, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, obviously you're not looking for a fight. Who are you, and why are you here? I thought I made the church property sacred ground again." The Unseelie were not permitted on sacred ground, an area saturated with the Way. If they stepped foot on it, they'd burst into flames. It had been the clue that caused Rhychard to know something