Arcana Asra Novels & Stories

He opened the pouch, revealing a small silver amulet shaped like a crescent moon. "Wear it. It will help stabilize your wolf. The stone is calling to you, Solana. It's trying to reconnect with its bloodline through you." Tessa stepped forward, her hand out. "Let me see that." Ambrose handed it over without protest. She examined it closely, her fingers tracing the runes. "This is old and powerful. But—" Pain spiked in my skull. I gasped, doubling over as Astraea roared to life inside me. My vision went red, then black at the edges. Claws erupted from my fingers.

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

I turned to leave, but then I bumped into Akira a few steps away from the door. “I'm sorry…” she mumbled, trying to steady herself. For someone who just asked me to get some rest, she looked more tired than I. She had a wrinkle on her forehead, which for Akira was a crime. She hadn't noticed that and I'm sure it was because of how drained she was. But I needed her to do something else. “Can you perform a Transpositio Arcanum spell?” I asked. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you need an exchange spell for? You know we can't transfer the Neurophaga that way…” she responded.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Adrian said and grabbed Celesta. “Why would…” “We don’t have anything to say,” I said, interrupting him. “Archer” Hola called and held my hand. “Hola, I already let you know my…” I didn’t complete my statement when Adrian coughed, he did that to stop me so that Celesta wouldn’t find out Hola was not from our pack. I removed my hand slowly from Hola and moved back a little bit.

It whips piercing those Chorobot that they are destroyed. “AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” He screams aloud. His face is turning black and his eye color changes like when he used the full power of Pukan. They emit black irons to Alfi that he now looks like he is wearing dark armor. “Asa, the wing of the void,” Kartika said. “That wing, did he manage to master it?” Varz asked. “You can say that, but not perfectly. Harasa is a pair of wings consist of Hara, the wing of salvation, and Asa, the wing of the void. Alfi managed to manifest Asa which means he has the sorrowful despair.” Kartika explained.

She croaked, her eyes turning glassy. "Tell me the truth, Aurora. Why do my plans to get the Camorra make you sad?" I probed with a blank look.

he responded, pressing a kiss on my forehead. As soon as Alastor walked out of the house, I slammed my eyes shut in panic “Arwan, Ashera's grave is in our home, where we left. Ashera was buried in the realm of the Lycanthropic dragon — Alastor is on his way to find it… Hurry!” **🥀** 🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀

Tristan from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion suddenly locked his gaze on Ashton like a bloodthirsty hunter who had found its ultimate prey, his gaze brimming with unrestrained fanaticism. "What is the Ninefold Arcane Technique?" Connor and Francis felt their hearts drop as a sudden sense of dread rose within them. "It is said that the Ninefold Arcane Technique is capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. I can't believe it's actually real!" Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Ashton with nothing but blatant greed.

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.