Zeri Arcane Romane & Geschichten

Able Froster’s platoon shot up from their points of cover, sending bolts of plasma hurtling towards the entrenched Archers. Though their weapons were seemingly primitive, the Eldraeci elves weren’t foolish enough to send bows against the Line Infantry of the Zeraph Republic. The primitive weapons themselves were lined with fire runes that would turn their simple arrows into explosive projectiles, while the aid of a Battle Mage could even guide the arrows towards specific targets. Able Froster knew all of that, in fact he could smell the Battle Mage hiding behind the lines of archers, just waiting for the perfect opportunity. There was an arcane spark that hung in the hair, he could detect it

Sable's eyes narrowed with determination as she recognized the source of this sinister presence: Zephyr, the ancient sorcerer who had long been rumored to be behind the encroaching darkness. With a fierce yell, Sable rallied her warriors, their spirits reignited by the sight of their leader's unwavering resolve. They fought with renewed vigor, pushing back against the darkness with every ounce of their strength. The clash of weapons and the crackling of magic filled the air as they surged forward, determined to break through. Jericho's blades moved in a blur, slicing through shadowy figures with precision. Torin's magic intensified, creating fierce gusts of wind that ripped through the darkn

His eyes fluttered. One of the men behind Aaron with yellow eyes drew his bow and fired two arrows with sharp silver heads towards them. “One.” Aaron’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes blazed a bloody red as he said the last word. He let go of her hand and turned around to back her up. He caught the arrow flying towards him with both hands and threw it back at two of the men who approached. They fell, and the rest of the four stormed towards them faster. Zera turned around and found three men approaching her, their eyes glowing blue.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

He brushed his fingers once more through Zero’s hair. He had sworn he would return. He had never imagined the return would not be to this world. Seraphiel leaned closer on the other side. His voice barely above a whisper. “If there is any part of you that remembers...” He stopped. The words would not form. Zephyr lifted his staff. Ancient symbols ignited across the room. Not violently. Not destructively. Soft. Like dawn gathering. The air thinned. Reality bent at the edges of the chamber. Aldric and Seraphiel both reached instinctively as Zero’s body began to glow faintly.

Relations: Blank Aaron: Council member, (Go to Important roles and supernaturals, to know what this means) Magic: Knowledge Magic Race: Zayeorialian Language: Modern: Heotkuin Relations: Brother: Ashur Ashur: Council member Magic: Knowledge Magic Race: Zayeorialian Language: Modern: Heotkuin Relations: Brother: Aaron Calista: Goddess of Beauty Magic: Charm Manipulation Race: Strezinium Languages: Modern: Iunada Ancient: Kriemili Relations: Blank Darci: Goddess of Prophecies Magic: Divination Manipulation Race: Leviarian

“They’re still trying to figure out how to get past his control.” Arkyn is silent for a moment, his eyes locked on Zane, assessing him. Then he nods. “Alright. We’ll need to figure out how to counter this spell. Legion, reach out to your grandmother. See if she knows anything about reversing this kind of magic.” Legion nods, though his gaze is still locked on Zane, like he’s waiting for an excuse to tear him apart. Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking.