Warwick Arcane Novels & Stories

“You said there were three threats to the Dark Mage during the war—the Amadeus wolves, the Castellanos Priest, and one more…” I trail off, looking at her expectantly. Eleanor doesn’t answer. “The Primarch Arcana,” Dominicus finishes for her. “The strongest of all light witches.” “Yes,” I say, excitement flaring. “If we can find her, we’ll be ready. That’s all we need.” My hope blooms into something fierce and determined. “We find her,” I say. “And we fight.” I stare at Eleanor in growing excitement, expecting her to nod in agreement. To maybe give us some direction. A name. A place.

The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power. Aria's grandfather, Mtungagore, the Azanian warlock, recognizes the urgency of the situation. As a guardian and ally, he understands the gravity of protecting me and Summer from further harm. With a flick of his aged hand, he deploys his expertise, creating intricate barriers that prove impenetrable to Vornt's minions.

The crackle of battle is deafening now, the fierce energy of the pack building as we face our true enemy. The Wendigos rush past me, avoiding me and attacking my warriors, so I draw back my Alpha Power. I can’t have my flames pushing them away now. I move, my claws extended, and my fangs bared. A Wendigo lunges toward me, but I’m faster. I tear into its flesh, blood spraying across my face. Its twisted howl echoes through the night as I rip it apart. Arcane warriors rally around me, cutting down the creatures that come too close.

This one didn’t knock. He appeared in the throne room in a flash of silver light and black smoke, dropping to one knee before us. He was old. Older than Darius. His robes were marked with symbols I didn’t recognize, and his eyes were pure white. “I am Magister Thorne of the Arcane Council,” he said, voice echoing in the chamber. “I come as the last neutral party before war begins. The other realms are mobilizing. They will not wait long.” He looked at Aria. Really looked, and his white eyes widened.

Arnold has never been one to prioritize the pack, which raises concerns. Drew chuckled, and there was an enigmatic quality about him that I had noticed since his childhood. Now, I understand that the reincarnation of the first alpha, who wielded fire magic, is not to be underestimated. "The Arcade pack has mentioned something about a war. I just hope it isn't connected to the cloaked man," he mused. "What do you mean?" I asked, noticing his sudden seriousness. "I conducted some research, and guess what? The first drain was actually sold at the Arcade pack," he revealed. His father shook his head in disbelief. "Are you suggesting they are involved?" I asked, feeling perplexed.

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

I must push these feelings aside or it will make what I have to do all the more difficult. The plan was simple, the moment the blood bond was sealed the Warlock officiant we had brought with us would thrust the knife into my new wife's chest with a silver blade. The coronation today will mean that her father no longer has right to the throne once she dies since I will be the reigning monarch after we are wed. The spies we have placed around the kingdom will gather the Fae who refused to cooperate and slaughter them. Those that do will be relocated to my home land of Shadowspire. With the magic there dying the Fae will eventually adapt to the land and wither away all together.