Watching Arcane Ao3 Novels & Stories

Dust motes spiraled through the shafts of late afternoon light, settling on rows of books that seemed to be holding their breath. Which meant something was happening elsewhere in the house. And that meant Autumn wasn’t telling her everything again. Jade set aside her notes and flipped back through the Veilwalker Apocrypha, an unofficial, unapproved collection of personal spells, protection rites, and "soul-binding risks" that the Council had once banned. She’d borrowed it from Dominic’s private archive without asking. She found the passage at the very back. Handwritten. Tucked between two pages with salt-burned corners:

Immediately, a book materialized out of nowhere and floated in front of Andrew. Valerie's breath nearly stopped as she stared at it. The entire book glowed gold, and the pages slowly turned on their own, as if it were alive. "T-This is insane!" she whispered in awe. Andrew's eyes widened, and he said in shock, "An ancient arcane scripture?" Luther looked surprised. "You've heard of it?"

Jace chuckled a little and Gabriel glared hard at him as they walked to the car. ~ “There should be a book about this, why can't I find any?” Aurora muttered as she kept going through the books in Lucino’s study. She was searching for books on dreams but all she kept seeing were ancient stories of different supernatural but mostly werewolves. After going through almost all the books, she finally decided to pick a random book to read. She picked up a book about how the year 1901 went and decided to read it. She took a seat in his study and started reading it, before she knew it, she got engrossed in the story.

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

“The other realms retreated when Thorne pulled back. But they’ll be back. They saw what Aria can do now.” Darius stood up, putting himself between Kade and us. “Did you see what she did, Kade? She’s a baby. And they want to use her as a weapon.” “I know,” Kade said. “That’s why I stayed and fought. That’s why I’m telling you this now: the Arcane Council isn’t done. Thorne escaped. And he’s going to tell every realm exactly what he saw in that vault.” I stood up, Aria still in my arms. “Then we prepare. We fortify. We train.”

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

This book is clearly marked as ‘’ongoing’’ which means you started reading a book that isn’t finished. I just wanted to be honest with you amazing people and let you know that I will be offline for those 10 days starting on the 6th of August. I will try and get a few chapters posted before then, however. Thank you all for your patience and dedication to reading my book. New chapters coming soon.. --- VampireWhore AKA Amanda StJames <3 x

A burning pain flared at her ear as a chill of death seeped into her body through her pores, causing her meridians to throb with pain. "Pfft—" Amelia staggered back several steps, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. This time, she could no longer suppress the turmoil within her body. The deathly energy of the Arcane Skill of the Netherworld clung to her like a festering sore. Once it invaded, it would ravenously consume her internal energy and corrode her meridians. She could clearly feel her strength draining at an alarming rate, and even began to experience slight dizziness.

I repeated, confusion knitting my brow. “In this world, arcanios are those born with special powers,” he explained, his eyes sharp, studying my reaction. A wave of fear and excitement surged through me, clashing within like a storm threatening to consume me. My breath quickened, and my hands clenched involuntarily at my sides as I locked my gaze onto him. I searched his face for any sign of deception, any crack in the facade that might give away a lie. His expression remained composed, but the intensity in his eyes hinted at the weight of something monumental, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.