Arcana Asra Novels & Stories

Aria's POV By the time dawn began to thin the darkness outside my windows, my eyes felt like sandpaper. The laptop screen before me glowed dully on the dining table, several search tabs open. Academic archives, forbidden forums, half-dead occult blogs, even old coven registries that hadn't been updated in ages. I had chased every lead I could find, but I found nothing leading to the Ashkara Circle. Every reference outside the strange website Maya had managed to stumble on only lopped back on itself.

“Now. Before it's too late.” “Too late for what?” I helped steady her other side, and the moment my skin touched hers, power surged between us. Images flashed through my mind: *Darkness spreading like spilled ink across the sky* *Ancient seals cracking* *Reality itself warping and twisting* *A choice that would cost everything* I yanked my hand back, breathing hard. “What the hell was that?” “That,” Aria said grimly, “was just the beginning.” The pack library looked like a tornado had hit it. Ancient texts and scrolls covered every available surface, some stacked so high they threatened to topple. The scent of old paper and magic filled the air, mixing with the tension rolling off everyone p

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Aurora says, pulling back out of the hug. The three Goddesses and Archangel put their hands together in a circle around me and Hecate starts them off by chanting something in a language I don’t know. Before I know it they’re chanting it louder and louder, and sparks fly from them into me. I feel cozy again. And settle into it. The sparks multiply and I can’t see anything but light anymore. “Oh and don’t be surprised who comes out after he marks you,” Aurora says. Then it’s all air. It feels like falling. But a split second after I feel it, it’s gone.

Tara was only allowed to partake with the others after strong pressure from her grandmother. She could still remember the look of shock in all their faces after they all went into the pool and went through the trials and they all came out. A large number had green arcane marks glowing on their bodies which marked them as battle mages, eleven had blue arcane marks glowing on their bodies marking them as members of the thirteen, Anu had silver, marking her as the second, and she had Gold, marking her as the heir to the matron. ”You- you had something to do with this…” Anu had turned and pointed a challenging finger at the matron after getting over the initial surprise. Everyone gasped, surpris

I tried to get out but it was too late. “Tiara!!!!” I screamed with my hands stretched as I was sucked into nothingness. “Don’t worry brother we will take care of Tiara.” Aslan’s words lingered as everything went dark. AURORA’S POV I massaged my head as I cracked open my eyes. The light was so bright that I had to shut them again. After blinking several times, I finally managed to open them. I squinted my eyes as I swept my eyes around me. I don’t know what I had expected but it was not this… This was just a plain forest with trees and bushed and animal tracks.

The sky is darkening out there, and by the look that crosses his face, I think he wants to be anywhere but here. "So where did you two come from? You both are very attractive. Maybe it's because you're foreign, and new. I like new," Aria says, her words so quick, I almost don't catch them. This time, Jasper catches my gaze, and I see the dance of amusement there. "Devotion Pack," Jasper tells her, as she sets a roasting dish on the bench. She grins wildly, showing prominent dimples on either side of her face. "Oh how exciting! I heard no one goes there because of some myth about some dead wolves of something? Ghost wolves...? I don't know, but whatever it is, you must be brave to live among

"She is not as powerful as me, my Lord, and she is not expert on my kind of magic, the forbidden Asuric magic." Asuric magic was magic of the asuras, the Daityas. Though they were decimated their powers remained in the universe. It was considered risky to use Asuric magic as it made the user inclined towards becoming egoistic, selfish, and delusional. However, it gave quick results it the user was willing to pay the price. "Excellent! I trust you Bhairav, " Tarekdeo responded," let us get to the next stage." There was an air of jubilation in the room. Everyone was ecstatic about the coming war except commander Gopi.

Cassia took in the room with one look. Glass on the carpet. Stella over me. Me on the floor, holding the urn. She did not slow down. She crossed the room in three steps. She caught Stella's arm in that half-second of confusion, then pulled the urn out of her hands. She moved into Stella's space. Stella swung at her. Cassia caught it. I did not wait. I clamped my arms around the urn and crawled, hands and knees, glass under me, out to the SUV. I yanked the back door open and folded into the seat.