Arcana Asra Novels & Stories

There’ll be no escaping me now. She’s not the only one with magic in the Asara pack. That was why they called me Magus. I was able to create magic from the ancient spells kept in the sacred book my pack had given me. And this year I found a spell just for Zyra. A succubus spell. And tomorrow was the Mating Moon. I was ready for her. It made me ache in my pants just thinking about mounting her. I watched her with undisguised lust. Sometimes as she leaned over the fire, I could see the edge of a dark nipple creeping from her garments.

ACE "I'm going to kill him," I seethed, pacing the length of Gunnar's office at Astor Architecture. After I had driven Miranda home to get ready for her day, I came here. I should have stayed with her. If I had stayed with her this wouldn't have happened, "no, I'm not going to kill him," I stopped pacing and glared out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city in all its beauty, "I'm going to cut his dick off, blend it and then make him drink it before slowly peeling his skin from his body."

“You got me here now, plus I have know Avalon for a very long time. There is no way she is going anywhere without a fight. This baby is important to you and I have seen how she looks at you. She will do everything in her power to protect it and you. Not to mention she has me and Rosalie to help just like you. There is nothing we wouldn’t do for the both of you specially in your time of need. You where there to save Rosalie when I couldn’t be how can I turn my back on you.” “Thank you Asrar, I don’t know what your father sees in you that he thinks your unworthy of the thrown but man. If you where to take over that thrown you would turn our world upside down for the better.” Ryan smiled placi

Flashback* “Ma'am-” “-I will not tolerate such insult from your mouth you trash bag! I'm Ola Smith, no one disrespects me. All I wanted is this painting for five million naira ahead of the auction but since you won't let me have it..” I trailed off before grabbing the portrait off the wall. I slammed it onto the ground and watched it shatter into pieces. “You lose! No painting and no five million naira that'll teach you to mess with me” I said in annoyance but I felt a tug in my heart when I did it.

“Still active. We left it for bait.” Ryn opened one of the books. “Names, dates, payments. They’ve been moving money through Marr and Veyr for years.” Elara looked at Aria. “And?” Aria set down her notes. “And they tried to scry through Anchor 12 last night. I felt it. It was low level, but it’s the same signature as the blood magic at Drayce.” She looked at Darius. “Whoever it is, they’re close. Or they have someone close.”

Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

It claims. Witch Isla raises her voice one final time. “Before gods and beasts and those who walk between—let it be known: Alexander and Nova are Co-Alphas of the Arcane-Oracle Pack. From two bloodlines, one.” The ground trembles slightly. Wolves howl. Witches cheer. Magic ignites the clearing, sparks rising like fireflies pulsing in gold, blue, and green. And then the celebration begins.

I shuddered at the memory of it. Cendres scratched his chin. “They’d fought back, like you said to look for last time. But there was no fur or anything – just a broken claw and more blood.” I swallowed back bile. “The Sable Stalkers didn’t rip out the heart.” Ares paled. “Yeah.” He shook his head. “Other than the scrapes from being tackled, and the broken claw, that was the only real injury.” Cendres bit his lip. “Poor sod. What a way to go.”

Ancient scars stretched across its body like maps of forgotten wars. Thick iron chains bound its limbs and chest, each link carved with glowing runes — spells older than language, designed to hold something that had once tried to end worlds. Its eyes burned to life. Crimson. Not a colour. A command. Blood. Fire. Apocalypse. Kael felt his entire being react — his wolf pushing to the surface, claws biting into the earth beneath him. Beside him, Fenrak whispered, voice strained with awe and fear. “That… is AURA.”

The single crimson thread Lysara had left behind floated in her mind’s eye, a taunt and a promise of a battle yet to come. Kade’s hand brushed hers, his amber eyes fierce but shadowed with worry. “You’re running on empty, Jess. We face this Lysara, and you’ve got nothing left.” “I’ve got you,” she said, her voice steady despite the ache. “All of you. That’s enough.” Selene’s spectral form flickered, her light dim but her gaze sharp as she studied the silver star. “Lysara’s power is older than Arachne’s. She’s not just weaving the nexus she’s its foundation. That silver star is her anchor.”