Aeon Arcana Novels & Stories

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

“THE MINOR ARCANA’S. Pauleen in the eyes of the younger twin Gennivier whispers. While looking and intently to the deck of cards that she will never be able to use, nor to hold. But then, a whispering voice from deep within her is telling her to do the exact opposite of what she shouldn’t do. ‘Take it. You can have it. Just a touch and everything will begin.’ The temptation that is too good to even pass. The desire that she dwell and in that very moment she reaches her hand and touch the first cars. But. “Ouch!” as she jolts in pain leaving the cards to fall and out of her hands, and left her with the sting of her reality that she will never be her older twin and the holder of God Aries. “My

Everyone watched her. Even Rowan straightened slightly, like he already knew what was coming. Elena opened the box slowly, like she was performing a sacred act. Inside was a heavy silver necklace. The chain was thick and detailed, shaped like moons and vines. In the center was a crescent pendant with a moonstone that caught the candlelight and glowed softly. My heart dropped. I knew that necklace. I had seen it in old pack portraits, resting on the necks of past Lunas.

The very floor was turning into a swamp of obsidian ink, slowing their movements. The Eclipse's Toll Aeron stirred. His eyes opened, but they weren't violet, and they weren't black. They were empty. The eclipse wasn't just blocking the sun; it was a vacuum designed specifically to drain the Lumen from his soul. "Mama..." Aeron gasped, his voice sounding thin and distant. "The stars... they’re going out." Ariyah shifted back, her skin covered in scratches from the Void-dwellers' claws. She reached for him, but a wave of dark energy from Julian’s hand threw her across the room.

"Maybe the coven bond scared him off. Good riddance." "Or maybe the power drain is ending," Pru added hopefully, shuffling her tarot cards. "You do look better." Rita absently touched the coven mark on her wrist—a faint silver swirl that had appeared after the ritual. "I feel better. Stronger." Strong enough, in fact, that she’d agreed to meet Derek in the library later. She needed answers about her fatigue, and if anyone knew about magical energy drains, it was him. "So," Deidre drawled, suddenly grinning. "You’re seeing Nathan after?"

All summoned by Kaelion’s call. Aria stood beside him, her mark still fresh, her body still humming from the ritual. Luna sat quietly behind them, her eyes half-lidded, glowing with a light that belonged to no single species. “She’s the echo,” one elder whispered. “She’s the flame,” said another. “She’s the threat,” murmured a third. Kaelion’s voice cut through the tension. “She’s the future.” Lucien stepped forward. His mark pulsed with frost and fire—a fractured mirror of Kaelion’s. He wore no crown, but his presence was regal. Commanding. Dangerous.

And Dax—Dax standing in a circle of light, eyes blank, chains around his throat— then his eyes snapping open, gold blazing, as he said one clear word: “ARIA.” My chest seized. Because the word wasn’t spoken through stone. It wasn’t echoed. It was *summoning*. The rune on my wrist flared, answering Dax’s call. The floor beneath me split again—another seam opening, hungry— but this one didn’t pull me downward. It pulled me *sideways*— toward Dax. Kieran’s hand closed around my wrist at the same moment, trying to stop me.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

energy envelop her. She closed her eyes, letting the darkness wash over her.And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Ezrianna slept.The world outside was vast and filled with uncertainty, but Ezrianna was determined. She would find Denzel and keep him safe, no matter the cost. But first, she needs to learn how to control the powers that had been transferred to her; the only place that she knew was her former coven, where she was chased out from. So she decided to go back there.Ezrianna emerged from the forest's shadows, her eyes fixed on the crumbling manor house. Her former coven's stronghold loomed before her, its turrets reaching like skeletal fingers. She had fled this plac

It's the most I've been dressed up aside from the annual ball. I usually went for something more casual or simple but unfortunately, it's necessary for this type of event. As I'm looking out in the crowd, things quiet down suddenly, as I see the archer's mother Luna Mary come up onto the stage and Is handed a microphone. She speaks out to the crowd, her bright voice echoing across the room amplified. " I would like to welcome everyone here from the crystal moon, red moon, blood crest, and twilight moon pack to the annual mating ball. We are happy to have you all here in the hopes of you finding your true mates and we wish you all the best tonight.