Arcana Muriel Novels & Stories

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

now lets shift ) I imagine myself as a wolf, I feel my bones breaking, I cry out as it happens it keeps going for what felt like eternity then stopped. I opened my eyes and there's a snout instead of a nose, I look down and there's fur and paws, I did it! I spin just in time to see Lana finally shift into her Aburn wolf her wolf color is like a sunset, it's so pretty, I wonder what color I am. I try getting up I'm so wobbly, I wobble my way over to Jewel, I hear myself give a whimper like sound then look down at myself then back at her, she looks at me tilting her head ( you know kiddo, mindlink is still a thing ) righhhhhht why didn't I think of that? { what color am I ? } she chuckled and

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

She was going to help Rori feel at home here and mend their new relationship if she could. Destiny made her way into the gallery and noticed that Muriel was hovering over a few bits of paper on the counter, and Destiny chewed her lip as she approached the spectrul. “So you guys got names now, hu?” she said and Muriel glanced up startled at the young troll and nodded slightly before bowing her head. Destiny sighed, “you can tell me yours… if you want,” Muriel looked up at Destiny and opened her mouth but closed it and faded from sight.

Aria nodded and turned toward the mural again. She stood before the first tile, and pressed it, then the remaining ones in order – honorable, one, who, “Absalom!” He nodded and pressed seeks. The tiles remained illuminated and a soft smile spread across her face. She walked toward the last tile and pressed it with her foot – knowledge. The mural filled from the bottom to the top with the soft glowing blue light. She heard Absalom jump down from his perch somewhere behind her. A crack formed in the middle of the mural and got wider as the walls spread open in front of her. Absalom’s footsteps pounded fast behind her as he sped into a run toward her, but her eyes remained unmoving, watc

“I’m choosing not to follow it.” I looked at the letter. At her. She smiled — and it was nothing like Vivian’s smile, nothing managed or precise or deployed toward a purpose. Just a woman, silver-haired and enormous with power, standing at a border at midnight having made a decision. “Hello, Aria,” she said. “My name is Morgana. I’m Vivian’s older sister.” The smile stayed. “And I’m here to help you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He pulled out the dagger from his back and said scornfully, “Who said that this silly dagger can kill me? Let me think… let me think… Caleb!” He grasped Caleb by his neck and said, “I knew I could never trust this mole. So, I changed the dagger he had procured just in case… see how right I was…” Caleb’s hands slumped to his side and he said in a defeated voice, “Everything is lost, Aurora. Our last chance for salvation…” “Poof! It is gone.” Adam said and roared with laughter. “Where is Tiara?” I asked shaking Aurora. I could barely make out her words as she whispered, “She is placed under Leiche spell…”

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"You're going where?" Luna stared at Aria like she'd suggested swimming with sharks. Which, given the circumstances, wasn't far off. "The restricted archives. Morgana's spirit told me there's a book—white leather binding. Something Knox's family has been hiding." "Morgana told you. The dead witch who's living inside your wolf told you to break into a restricted section of the royal archives in the middle of the night." "When you say it like that, it sounds crazy."