Arcana Novels & Stories

she introduced, taking Lowena's hand and helping her. Lowena's eyes widened in shock, and she leaped to her feet as if a strong man had jerked her upright. "Nice to meet you," Lowena smiled, "You're powerful." "I am magic," she replied. "What do you mean?" Lowena questioned. Arcana dropped her head, inhaled sharply, and smiled before presenting a chalice to Lowena. There were two separate pictures of the tarot card that Lowena received on either side of the old chalice. It was heavy in her hands, cold, nearly chilling her to the bone. She glanced down at the clear liquid and took a sip. It was sickeningly sweet, so it made her mouth tighten in response. As she

If Mara could snap that bond, she would shatter the queen’s position, leaving her no choice but to step down from command. Mara shut her eyes for a beat, digging deep, pulling the magic thrumming beneath her skin. It was a quiet power, old and terrible, yet it answered her summons. Her fingers danced above the surface of the Arkana, whispering verses of arcana that - more than just a collection of words - were strings that connected her to the pulse of the earth itself. The air buzzed around her as her shape began to tessellate, her skin stretching and twisting into otherworldly forms, the sides of her body warping and shifting like shifting glass.

The messenger raised his head as soon as he detected Aria’s presence. "Cursed Luna," he stated, bowing slightly. "I bring a message from our Oracle." Aria’s heart raced. Oracles only conveyed visions when something disastrous—or transformative—was imminent. "What is the message?" Kai demanded. The messenger reached into his cloak and retrieved a folded black parchment sealed with dark red wax. The seal pulsed faintly, as if it were alive. Aria’s breath hitched. Magic. Ancient magic. She grasped the parchment. As soon as her fingers made contact, a chill surged through her body. Images flickered behind her eyelids—shadows, a silver wolf howling in despair, a crown of shattered bones, flames e

A first everything was dark but as the spell advanced, I could see glimpses of visions between the darkness but it was all hidden behind some haze… Sensing the tug at my hands, I opened my eyes and slit open my palm. The others did the same. All the blood trickled to the center and then nothing… “Damn! I had so much faith that this spell will work!” Zarina said tearing her hair. “It did work… Not the way locator spell works but I saw visions. Tiara is on Earth. We can’t sense her because she is shielded by some dark magic.” “I couldn’t see anything…” Zarina said in a bewildered voice.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once The Hekate got to a certain point, other voices joined in and then more until finally my voice r

Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself. Aranjo chose to play fast-paced music, the music she played was a song that told the story of the greatness of the sky realm warriors while fighting. So many feelings are contained in the music it brings. One thing Aranjo doesn't realize is that when she is immersed in the rhythm, her aura spreads and affects all the guests. Only high-powered Gods and goddesses would not be affected by the aura. The emperor saw clearly the color of Aranjo's aura. Currently, Aranjo's magic power was at a moderate level where the aura color was red. But golden sparks framed that red aura that affected the guests.

Once that had been engaged, he changed the spell to suit his skill. "Okay, so I'm gonna flip for this summon. Major arcana is worth ten with exception of the Fool which can be one or ten. Court cards are five points and number cards as numbered. Summon goes well if I beat the house to fifteen. So, shall we? The game is Four-Count Stand Off." Jinx split the deck. He started to flick the cards into the summon circle. As some of them landed not just right side up but standing on end vertically, he started counting up the score for the house. "Two… Seven… Eleven."

An upside down knight with a wand laid before me. “Ahh, you are about make an impulsive decision, driven by anger and recklessness.” Ryuu said, motioning me to flip the next card. The next card held 10 cups stacked on top of one another, the card was upside down again. Ryuu frowned at the card. “This will result in a loss of unity within your home. Many will be forced to choose sides.” I flipped the last card over, this time it was up right. It was labeled the Ace of pentacles.

Quinlynn thought that this room looked like a witch’s room. “Welcome customer...ah, we meet again Miss De’Rosa.” Quinlynn realized it was the club president Miss A with her unique ethereal voice. Greeting her again, she sat down on the chair in front of Miss A. Miss A took a glance at her and turned to her cards. Spreading it on the table, Miss A said, “The entire universe exists within this tarot deck. Miss De’Rosa, know that each card you pick it will represent a person, place, or event. It can be your future, past and present. It can be your love life, your career even your fortune. In the end, you need to choose so what do you want to know Miss De’Rosa?”