Arcana Asra Novels & Stories

“Channel a little of your magic into it, carefully. I’ll anchor the energy. But be certain you’re prepared for what it might show us.” She exchanged a glance with Ezra, who pressed a reassuring hand to her back. She nodded. “All right. Let’s do it.” Eamon motioned for her to hold her hands over the rune—without touching it—while he placed one palm on the table near the artifact. He whispered a caution to Ezra to keep his distance, in case the device lashed out. Alara closed her eyes, inhaling. She felt Asena stir, the familiar swirl of half-wolf awareness guiding her. Gently, she funneled a trickle of her magic forward, letting it brush the edges of the rune’s aura. At first, the rune remain

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

"Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown. "Just after I was born, my father decided to host a celebration to welcome his heir into the world. At the time, war raged across Asra--I'm sure you're aware that this war was the result of my father's tyrannical rule and was in its twelfth year at the time." He passed her an amber liquid in a crystal cut glass and sat opposite her with a sigh.

Auria said with all the seriousness in her voice. “Why not file a case to the police?” Jack replied, taking the paper from Azrick’s hold and reading it once more. Auria shook her head and said, “no, I want things done efficiently and with as little involvement as possible. And through research and asking around, I figured that you two are the one fit for the job.” Auria opened her mouth to say more things but redacted, instead, holding a hand towards Azrick and Jack as she introduced herself. “I am sorry, I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Auria Martinez, an actress and singer of the Odyssey Production. I am a popular actress and singer and often perform at theatres and things

No one will hurt my mate ever again. The door to the stone cottage opens and out walks the Alpha and his Luna. Alpha Orion is tall and broad, with skin the color of a coconut, like which flourishes in the trees on the packlands, corded arms, and eyes like blue sea glass. His mate, Tawny, is named for the color of her human skin, her body curves like a lily, her eyes are large and hazel, and her dark hair in long braids that sway with her graceful steps as she walks. Alpha Orion is moon blessed indeed, his mate is a beautiful, strong and wise Luna, who helps to run the pack.

“What are you talking about-?” What the!-- My head suddenly rang and it’s extremely painful. I suddenly fell off the whole place and became unconscious. The next thing I knew I was already at home with my memories of being the “Guardian of souls” had returned. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

A small trickle of blood came from her nose and her skin was as pale as the silver of her dress. Brother? What the fuck is this guy talking about? ‘Listen.’ Arcas spoke ‘I think you need to hear this. He is not lying.’ “Fine.” I agreed reluctantly. “You see, son, the night you were conceived, I had been with a witch. A beautiful woman, the palest shade of blond I have ever seen and the most beautiful violet eyes, a whore of a woman, but still the most beautiful creature I have seen” he said, winking at me. “There was only one other that was more beautiful. With her raven hair and dark eyes.” I saw a twinkle in his eye as he reminisced over the two women.

The alliance with Arktos was a gamble that made Aris’s skin crawl. As a scientist, she didn't trust anything she couldn't quantify, and a "sympathetic machine" was a paradox her equipment couldn't interpret. She spent hours scanning the mercury being, her scanners throwing back strings of error codes as they struggled to process a digital consciousness that had been literally rewritten by volcanic heat and terrestrial magic. It was like trying to read a textbook that was constantly melting and reforming.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”