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Rated: GC · Novel · Fantasy · #2295769
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the arcanist
in darkness a vampier was stalking a women. The dark night and the storm illuminated by lightning created the perfect conditions for the predator and his prey. The white blazes of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the forest with surreal clarity as they passed overhead but As he was approaching the women, a lightning strike hit him, causing severe damage and making the women notice him and run away. He realized this was not an act of nature, but of something more sinister. He spoke with a scary tone
You can run, my dear, but you cannot hide," his voice echoed through the forest.

The vampire advanced towards the woman, his eyes glowing with hunger. He could smell the sweet aroma of her blood, and it drove him insane with desire. He had been waiting for this moment for months, patient as he had watched her go about her daily life, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.


But as the woman ran, she stumbled and fell to the ground, her ankle twisted. The vampire saw his chance and pounced on her, sinking his teeth into her neck another lightning bolt struck, he saw a shadowy figure illuminated by the light. This man carried an enchanted sword and had long hair that fluttered in the wind. Before he could drink her blood, he was mesmerized by this being He spoke in a frightened tone, asking the other person who they were and how they had the nerve to hurt him The shadowy figure raised his sword and held it towards the vampire, a smirk on his lips. "I am the hunter, and you are the prey," he said, his voice low and menacing.

The vampire snarled and tried to push the hunter away, but he was too weak from the lightning strike. The hunter swung his sword, slicing the vampire's head clean off. The body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The woman lay there, trembling with fear and pain. The hunter approached her, his sword at his side. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle now.

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you," she whispered.

The hunter helped her to her feet and offered to escort her home. She accepted gratefully, still shaken from the attack. As they walked, the hunter explained that he was a skilled Arcanists and that he had been tracking the vampire for weeks.

The woman heard what was said, but she was curious to know what an Arcanist was
she asked him whit curious tongue
what is arcanist sir The hunter smiled at her question. "An Arcanist is a skilled mage who specializes in hunting down and neutralizing supernatural threats, such as vampires and demons," he explained.

The woman shuddered at the mention of demons, and the hunter noticed. "Don't worry, I won't let any harm come to you. I'll make sure you get home safely," he reassured her.

As they arrived at her doorstep, the woman turned to Arcanist ."Thank you so much for saving me, Arcanist. How can I repay you?"

The hunter grinned. "There's no need to repay me. I do this for the good of the people, and I'm glad I was able to help you tonight." He gave her a bow and walked away.

She smiled, thankful for the hunter's kindness. When she stepped into her house, she started to feel woozy. She looked down and saw bite marks on her neck. "No! It isn't possible!" She thought to herself. She had been bitten by the vampire, and now she was going to become a vampier.

The hunter marched up the long path to the vampire's manor, filled with apprehension and dread. As he made his way through the gate and towards the front door, he saw that it was adorned with a large "V" carved into it. Despite this obvious sign of danger, the hunter could not help but be drawn in by curiosity. He knew he must have been misled about this being just a regular vampire, and upon further inspection, it became clear that he had stumbled upon a vampire lord instead. The hunter's heart raced as he weighed his options to either pursue or retreat
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The Arcanist took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused on his magical senses to feel the energy emanating from inside the manor. He sensed powerful magic, ancient and dark, pulsating within the walls of the vampire lord's abode. A chill ran down his spine as he realized the gravity of the situation he had put himself in. But the Arcanist was not one to shy away from danger. He had a mission to fulfill, and he would not rest until he succeeded.

He opened his eyes and stepped across the threshold. The interior was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of blood, and the Arcanist's heart pounded in his chest. He walked further into the manor, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Suddenly, he heard a low growl that made his hair stand on end.

He turned around and saw two glowing red eyes staring at him from the darkness.


The Arcanist could feel his body tense as he tried to hide his fear. He knew that whatever creature was lurking in the darkness was not one he wanted to mess with. He cleared his throat and spoke, trying to sound confident. "What is it you want?" The creature stepped forward into the light, revealing its true form- a tall vampire with sharp fangs bared and eyes filled with malice.

The vampire stared at him for a few moments before speaking, its voice deep and guttural. "Who are you?"

The Arcanist stood up straighter, looking the vampire in the eye as he replied. "My name is zellrid Mørkulf, an arcanist of considerable power who has come here on a mission." He paused before continuing, his voice steady and sure despite the fear coursing through his veins. "And I will not be deterred."

The vampire smirked and stepped closer. He raised his hands and began to speak, the words forming magickal runes in the air that glowed with a sinister energy. The Arcanist felt himself being pushed back against the wall as though a great force was holding him there, and he knew that whatever spell the vampire was casting, it was powerful indeed.

He closed his eyes and focused on his magical senses again, feeling for any kind of weakness in the vampire's spell. After a few moments of intense concentration, he detected something- a slight flaw in the vampire's magick that he could exploit.

He opened his eyes again to find the vampire still grinning menacingly at him. "You will not defeat me," it said confidently.

The Arcanist smiled at his foe and raised his hands as he spoke a spell, weakening the vampire's magical hold on him. With lightning speed, He raised his sword with a mighty swing, ready to cut the vampire lord's hand off and declare victory. Using a combination of lightning powers and swordsmanship, he fought hard in attempt to finish him off for good.

The vampire lord let out a guttural roar as he retaliated with his own powerful magic. Arcane energy crackled around him as he conjured a dark portal that grew larger and larger, threatening to swallow them both. The Arcanist knew he had to act fast if he wanted to end this battle before it was too late.

He focused his own magic, calling forth the power of the lightning element. Thunder rumbled through the room as he gathered all of his energy and let it loose in a powerful blast of electricity that struck the vampire lord in the chest. The vampire let out a blood-curdling scream as the lightning seared through his body, burning away his flesh and leaving only ash behind.

The Arcanist breathed a sigh of relief as the ash dissipated in the air. He had done it. He had defeated the vampire lord and saved the town from certain doom. But as the rush of victory faded, he realized just how injured he truly was from the battle.

The Arcanist sheathed his sword and limped out of the manor, his every step agonizingly slow. As he stumbled out into the night, a hand reached out to him and steadied him. He looked up to find the woman he had saved earlier from the vampire. She smiled faintly at him and helped him walk out of the manor and into the light of the newly risen sun
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