Arcana Novels & Stories

- My voice sounded stressed and my brother laughs out loud. ________ I knew that at least one would get his attention ...-He nudges me provocatively and then walks away, I took a deep breath preparing my psychology for the next few days, I would have to endure Thom's jokes. The reception after the presentation began monotonously and extremely still, the same self-centered nobles; her words that seemed to sound sweet but at the first opportunity would stab me in the back just out of greed, I brought a glass of wine to my lips feeling the dry wine pull at the end of my tongue, it was at this moment that the red-haired archer made her entrance into the room. main hall of the Arena, she wore a d

"*Magnae potestates chartarum, ad te appello, praesta mihi tuam visionem et concede sapientiam tuam. Monstra mihi viam ad eum qui meum abstulit, et revela mihi arcanos loci eius*." As she spoke, she shuffled her deck of tarot cards, feeling the energy build within her. She focused on her nephew's face, imagining him happy and safe, and let the images guide her hands as she drew three cards from the deck. The first card she drew was the Tower, a symbol of chaos and destruction. Morgana's heart sank as she interpreted the meaning. She knew that her nephew was in great danger, and that time was running out to save him.

"I've heard of it before, but what exactly is it?" Marshal Barns nodded, sensing Danial's interest in the topic. "Elemental magic is the manipulation of the fundamental elements of nature," he elaborated. "These elements include fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. Those who possess the ability to wield elemental magic can harness the power of these elements to cast spells and manipulate their surroundings." "Similarly," Marshal Barns continued, "arcane arrays are intricate patterns of energy that can be imbued with various effects, from enhancing one's abilities to creating powerful barriers or unleashing devastating attacks. They are incredibly complex and require both innate talent and ye

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

I am betting Royal because it is closer to the Z brother's magic shop. While I wait, I see another former friend that is now on the side of Umbra. Umbra really screwed over most of the Lycan and Wolves, except a few. One of them being Chaos. Chaos is Umbra's personal errand boy. Chaos does anything Umbra asks, and I bet he is spying on Fallon for Umbra.

Eli held out a small, elegant velvet box wrapped in a dark silk ribbon. Cassian took the box carefully, his eyes narrowing as he untied the silk ribbon and flipped the lid open. Inside lay a delicate silver necklace shaped like a broken sun, bearing the ancient crest of the Arcane bloodline. Resting right beneath the silver necklace was a small folded piece of thick white paper. I reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the paper, unfolding it quickly. The letter was written in neat, graceful cursive ink, carrying the faint scent of sweet jasmine flowers.

The first time I was supposed to meet my boyfriend, Grady Cabrera's parents, he stopped me at the door. The reason? His childhood friend, Mallory Pierce, had just drawn a tarot card. According to the reading, I was cursed with bad luck today and shouldn't step foot inside the Cabrera family home. Before I could say a word, Grady reached for the gifts in my hands. "Wait in the car for a while. Once dinner's over, I'll drive you home." I didn't let go. "I've spent over a month getting ready to meet your parents, and you're not even going to let me inside?" His expression hardened. "Brenda, this is for your own good." Before I could protest, he shoved me back into the car and shut the d

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

Liora smiled. The kind of smile that said I knew it. Scarlet’s fingers tightened around the glass. Her wolf stirred, low and dark inside her chest. Enough. She inhaled once then reached into her dress. Liora scoffed softly. “What, you going to cry now?” Scarlet didn’t answer, she pulled out the card. A black card. Unmarked except for a faint sigil etched into its surface...old, ancient, powerful enough that even the firelight seemed to bend around it.

She carried a bundle of scrolls, dust thick on the vellum, her hands shaking. “Stop,” she snapped, louder than either of them. “He is still Daryl. And if we want him to remain that way, we need this.” By torchlight, Maera unfurled the brittle parchment across the altar. The ink was faded, but the drawings were clear enough — a great circle, glyphs carved in a spiral, two figures standing within. “It’s a severance rite,” she explained, her voice thin with exhaustion. “An old one. Not meant to destroy the vault, but to break its tether to chosen vessels.” She looked meaningfully at Daryl. “It’s the only way.”