Arc En Ciel Novels & Stories

It felt as though I planned for this moment. “Appelle le. Dis-lui que nous y sommes presque.” He instructed. “Bien-sûr!” The one on my left accorded. After a few limb movements, he spoke to someone on his phone, informing him we were almost there. I swallowed hard. My gut instincts told me Ace was waiting for us ahead. After all, Paris is only seven hours away from New York. I didn't bother asking. I just kept mum as the journey headed into the unknown.

Pushing away from the window he stands by, I curl up on the other side of the back car seat. “It’s okay, it’s me,” they shout through the window, voice muffled. He points to his left eyes, which blazes bright green. Placing my hand on my chest, I try to calm my breathing, searching him for other clues that it is Ren and not Chase trying to gain my trust. “Prove it,” I shout again through the window. From his eye alone I can’t be so sure it’s him. Maybe Chase found out a way to manipulate that too like he does to all things.

Arieon chuckled, "I'm sorry Lace. I was so sick that I had to leave for some time" "I hope you're okay now", Lacey asked. Arieon nodded and smiled at her. "I missed your birthday, so I got you a present", she said as she went to pick a box from her bag. It was a small black box with the brand name 'Celine' on it. "Here you go", she gave the six year old child. "Thank you!", She squealed as she collected the box and opened it.

“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…”

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.”

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.

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