Arcana Asra Novels & Stories

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

He says and I could hear the smile in his voice even though I didn’t turn to look at him. “I don’t think you do.” I frown, “If Aodh can not have me he will take her because of what she is. The only reason he didn’t take Ascena was because they were able to seal the gates between realms. He must die.” “And he will.” Arcas rumbles from within. Through our bond, I feel the spirit animal’s anger and anxiety mixing with Mathias’s. “No, you don’t understand. She is not just immortal. She has gifts, and I don’t know how far those gifts will extend. As she grows older more could be uncovered.”

Rae glanced between her, the elder, and the tiny screen showing Calista smiling like a saint in front of the Senior Tribunal. “We’re in three games at once,” Rae said. “Forest. Court. Hearts. We can’t fold any of them without the others collapsing.” “Poetic,” Kieran said dryly, stepping into the chamber. “Terrifying, but poetic.” He held up another, smaller scrap: a sliver of old parchment, edges frayed, Lunaris sigils cramped along one side in dark ink. Mae took it, scanned, and her face hardened. “Where did you get that?” the elder demanded.

A massive stone table sat in the middle, covered in floating glyphs and thin layers of light that rearranged themselves as we approached. Lysara stopped and turned to face us. “You shouldn’t exist,” she said calmly. Winter choked. “Wow. Straight to the point.” She ignored him and looked directly at me. “Or rather—your presence here should not be possible.” I swallowed. “I get that a lot.” Fenrir frowned. “Lysara.” “I’m not accusing her,” she said. “I’m stating a fact. These archives react only to specific bloodlines. Ancient ones. Even I cannot activate some of these records.”

The sanctuary, once sealed in slumber beneath centuries of decay and dread, now awakened for its rightful heir. Arla-Rosa stood at the heart of the Flamebearer’s chamber, surrounded by concentric runes etched in starlight and bloodline magic. Amarantha stood across from her, cloaked in ceremonial robes of the Saphiren matriarchs, her face serene yet shadowed by the weight of decades. In her hands, she held the Ignis Core, a glowing relic that once pulsed at the center of every Saphiren ritual.

They all stared at her with envy and fear in their eyes. "The subject has woken up but its mind Is in a state of confusion," A Chubby said, pointing towards the monitoring glass where a huge tube stood in the middle of an empty room. And inside this tube was a man with icy blue eyes staring back at them hatefully. Lora chuckled on seeing this," I guess we have a tough one here, get me my equipment, a baby needs a mama!" It's time to deal with some things! Erin was on his way to New York to check on the discovery of his parents but he met Lisa (Antagonist) who gave him an address and that was the last heard of him. It was then revealed that Lisa was a scientist working for an evil underground

I feel a slight panic rise in me, Aries catches it and snaps his head round to look at me as we enter the hall, I give him a tight smile and link our mate but am unable to get through. Azrid, can you reach Ersa? No, where is mate? "Sh!t, Aries, we have a problem." I say to him, his eyes instantly flash black as Arcane tries to take over. "Where is she?" He says through gritted teeth, I can tell he's trying to link her and to no avail, I try again too, Azrid is whimpering, tail between his legs in the back of my mind while Aries fights with Arcane to stay in control of his body still.

Lars found their arcane aura was easily distinguishable among the mythfolks and depthdwellers who brimmed of elementals. By this point, Lars had learned the difference between sensing energy presence on someone. Arcane aura takes form as a purple flame haze that burns brighter around the head. Meanwhile, elemental aura was evenly spread out to entire body and had calmer flare in its aura shape. Its aura color differs from red, blue, green, or others, depending the mythfolk's elements such as fire, water, plants etc.

I could feel my wolf wanting to rip him apart, I knew if I did, it would cause bigger problems. "Alpha Draven, we do not need a show from you. While your mate may be pretty and a good fuck, we are only interested in the real she-wolf who has real abilities. Anyway, with her history of being a whore, it's probably best for you to keep her under lock and key, maybe back in your prison would be good?" Alpha Ariston smiled evilly, before looking at Aura and licking his lips. "When you tire of her, perhaps I would be interested in taking a turn," he sneered.

Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked. “ Well, since this is the style of combat you have chosen, I might as well follow suit,” she said, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, the whites of her eyes had glowing orange wrinkles. The Sclera was an amber color and the Iris had turned white. “ I typically don’t show my Arashijin to just anyone. But I suppose I can make an exception.” “ If you’re done being a pompous bitch, we’ve got a hideous bug to kill,” Thora growled.