Arc En Ciel Novels & Stories

“If Guardian Emlyn were to reject you and then also break the Guardian bond to you, the spell will cast, even without your rejection.” I suck in air, my hand flying to my mouth, my eye going wide as I look at Rich. Rich looks at me, frowning “What?” “Oh Rich, I didn’t know,” I say, hoping he won’t fly into a rage. “Leana, what?” Rich insists, his aura coming out, although I don’t think it’s intentional. “Emlyn called me almost two months ago. She wanted to know how to get to Araphyra. I didn’t think anything about it. I thought she needed to get away, but…”

Silver light cascaded from Aria’s chest. Storm sparked from Clara’s fingertips. Gold erupted down my arms. All three lights spiraling upward twisting blending aimed straight toward the vessel. Its head lifted. Its chest glowed. The core pulsed. boom boom boom A perfect three-beat rhythm. Us. Aria stepped closer to me, voice barely breath: “Ares… tell it who we are.” My breath hitched. Clara’s storm curled around her like a living shield. Aria’s silver haloed her like moonfire.

For one impossible moment, some of the tension eased. Arnold stepped forward. Only then did Hope Elara notice the massive stuffed dragon hidden behind his back. “Stay,” Arnold growled without even looking at Ruin. Then he knelt in front of Zenep. One of the most dangerous Alphas Hope Elara knew was kneeling carefully before a tiny fairy princess. “Tu es belle, princesse.” Zenep tilted her head. Then wrinkled her nose. “Your accent is terrible,” she told him in perfect French. “I can teach you.”

Prince Ludiciel shouted. Alaric rose into the air, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he raised his hands, summoning a hurricane which he blasted towards the skeletons and soldiers.

He turns when he hears me, his expression unreadable. “You got back fast,” he says, motioning for me to sit. “I don’t have time to waste,” I reply, settling into the chair across from his desk. “What’s going on?” Nero lets out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “A few things. First, Arkyn’s found Aeron.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “He’s found him?” “Yeah,” Nero mutters. “But it’s complicated. Aeron’s tied up in some shit with Legacy Vega’s warriors, and Arkyn’s trying to figure out how to handle it without sparking a war.”

’’ ----- ‘’If I were just as high as him, I will laugh at him in the face for humiliating himself, what is he doing…’’ TSSSS TSSSSSS The ‘’above’’ roars in loud earth-shocking sound, much louder than the thunder that were created when Aracel forged the sky and inked it purple. The lightnings that trigger the powerful thunders are crawling in the clouds with its heavenly light. These all happens below a construct of stones carried by a ramming of clouds. An engraving of text is also there placed in a stone saying ‘’ Deo mont siev Aracel agnus yon yo adre ti’’ which can be deciphered to as ‘’Here lives the cloudsmith, Sky god Aracel.’’ And beside these very words, an image is carved.

"They taste better than aquar. Perhaps I should've roasted that piece first. You should try it." She sighed, but then she smiled. "No thanks. I'm good with the radiance transfer." "Well, I like that too," his eyes narrowed in wicked hunger. He sniffed the air and concentrated on the sounds. "There's another one in the city." Bellera looked around one more time, appreciating the serene ambiance of the woods. She then followed Lewtant towards the city. She casually copied the face of the girl Lewtant just killed. She didn't think the feeble Earthlings would be able to ignore a Welkin, green-skinned, dressed in crystals and flaring Altarian Radiance running around town. She caught a glimpse of

their heads practically spun around in unison. “ARCADE?!” Aria shrieked, bouncing in her seat. “I’m going to win all the tickets!” Arianna declared, already planning strategies for the prize counter. “I’ve calculated the optimal path through the arcade,” Arian said calmly. “We will maximize fun and minimize time wasted.” Cassian, naturally, was narrating from the back seat like a hyperactive commentator: “And here we see our tiny warriors on the approach to the fabled realm of flashing lights and clattering machines!”

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"