Arcana Twilight Novels & Stories

“We all are bound to Tiara plus two of us are witches. It is at least worth a try.” Aurora jumped to her feet and said, “Let’s do this.” Tyson and I shifted the furniture to clear up space. Zarina spread out a huge map on the floor while Aurora lit up the candles in each corner. She closed her eyes and concentrate till the candle lit up on its own. I could see the strain on her face. I couldn’t help but wonder out aloud. “Why put in so much effort, if you can just light it up?” “She is performing a spell for good luck.”

She knows these so-called friends are taking advantage of her name, the power that she has over the city, why coping with them, throw away these negative energies a hundred miles away from your viability; I am telling your life will be easier. The clock strikes at 7 and my prince charming/ devil in his usual black suit pulls his car into our driveway at that exact second. He is on time all the time, opposite of me. I am never on time anywhere. Even if I try to do things on the clock’s stick, I will be late. It’s like the entire universe wants me too late. I wonder how I get ready on time tonight.

"You are wrong, maybe the bond between Jackson and Arya is not so strong because of you and your magic, but hers with me is intact and my light will open the way for her" I said and took a few steps back, my body levitated and lit up with my light, my eyes showed an amber color, brighter than ever. "That will be your death, if that's what you want, so be it" Akira said and walked towards me, his eyes turned red and his body lit up in a black light, like a storm he started speaking in an ancient dialect and reason came out of his hands attacking me.

Amaris looked stiffed on his position as he witnessed his bird's color completely change into white. "I-I don't know." I stuttered. But then it's weird since Amaris didn't do any magic on it. I just said it would look better in white. I realized that the hand I used to caress its feathers was my right palm that has the scroll absorbed into. "This is new. A white crow?" Namir uttered in amazement. "Seems like a lot of weird things are happening today." He added. He's right. Was this all related to the scroll? The eclipse happened exactly when the scroll was absorbed by my skin and turned into a full bloom rose tattoo on my palm. Then Namir suddenly changed into his human form. And now this cr

And yet this was no violent weather event. “Goddess, it’s started!” Ursula’s face seemed to pale even further if that was possible as she turned for the door. “The shift is happening!” “Ursula, can we use sedatives or tranquilizers if necessary?” Lucas asked, instinctively positioning himself between the door and his mate, the muscles in his arms flexing as Ares simmered just under the surface. “We can but only as a last resort.” The witch replied. “Trying to stop a shift half way through isn’t known for its successes.”

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

“I expected it to be confusing. Werewolves produce different auras. Omegas and two-thirds of gammas cannot produce an aura, while the upper tier of gammas, plus all deltas and higher ranks can. The aura is used to enforce one’s rank, to calm and comfort when mates or pups need a shoulder to lean on and to provide protection. Based on the strength of this aura I have no doubts that your statement in the bathroom is true. You are an alpha. It’s only because I mean Clayton no harm that I’m not phased by your protection aura but it is going to make taking Clay from you very difficult. It’s important that you don’t fight. I have to talk to and examine Clayton for injuries. What I hear and see wil

Reflexively, Sarah's hand reached up to touch one of the lengthy scars on her face. Nate was aware that her coven had never taken well to the unwritten agreement between the magical beings of Elmwood. They were apprehensive near members of this other supernatural species because of previous experiences. Nate muttered, "I said, ignore them," and started along the broad sidewalk. She froze, though, just as she was about to turn away. One of the wolves had come into view for her. He was tall, handsome, and trim. He had the same tanned skin, dark hair, and bright green eyes as someone Nate had known in the past. His and hers met in the gaze. She was unable to turn away.

“Our victory belongs to every heart.” Torin raised his staff. “We witnessed the prophecy fulfilled, the shadow unmade. It is our honor to bestow a new title upon our Luna.” He nodded to two apprentices who bore forward a cloak of deep midnight blue embroidered with swirling flames in silver and sunrise gold. “Alara Bloodwulf, Light of the Dawn, Keeper of the Heartfire.” Alara’s breath shivered as Ezra lifted the cloak and settled it on her shoulders. Applause thundered through the hall, echoing off vaults. She caught Cassian’s gaze; he mouthed, “Proud of you.”