Arcane Jarah Aurel Novels & Stories

She took my hand, stepping down from the wagon into my embrace. "The cut was clean," I murmured into her ear, my arm wrapping tightly around her waist to anchor her. "The bridge is broken," Elara whispered back, resting her hand against my armored chest. "The Silvermarks are blind." Jarek strode over through the snow, his broad axe resting casually against his shoulder, a massive grin splitting his bearded face.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

“We are the Elite Wolf Group.” Leora blinked. “Elite Wolf Group?” The girl in front — tall, sleek black hair flowing behind her — introduced herself first. “I’m Akira,” she said smoothly, her lips curved in a smirk. “Leader of the Elite Wolf Group. My pack is second only to the Alpha’s, so I’m used to giving orders.” To her right, a boy with ash gray hair leaned casually against a desk, his grin mischievous. “Call me Jarek. Fastest runner in the kingdom. Fastest talker too, if you ask anyone. Bet you’ve heard of me, Luna?”

The creature growled; the look in his eyes seemed threatening. “Greetings, he is my loyal aul!” Amerta exclaimed happily; so different from the cold image that Venus knew so far. “You can call him Artha if you want. I got this Gal from the Third Earth, you know? So fabulous!” Venus gripped her bloody thighs. So, this is one of the Gal's that Portal Guardians mentioned when Venus arrived on the Second Earth. A werewolf, an aul, a Javanese werewolf. Mustaka?

He advised as I nodded. "Hell yea, she will never go near that pool again. I don't mind flushing the water in it," I decided with my jaw flexing. Aurora stirred again but this time her eyes fluttered open. "Uncle Lorenzo…" She muttered, stirring to her sides.

Taran whispered, “Where are they from? Why are they so arrogant, daring to fight outside the Dieux Academy?” James replied in a calm tone, “I don’t know their origins, but Aurelius claims to come from a ninth-level plane, possibly the offspring of some big shot from that plane. As for Xamira, her background is likely substantial. Her whip is an invaluable treasure, even classified as a Great Celestial Rank weapon.” Upon hearing that it was a Great Celestial Rank weapon, Taran’s eyes gleamed with greed.

At the center sat the network hub — a pulsing, oily mass of shadow and stolen crescent light. And there stood Aurelian. He looked like a man made of glass that had been shattered and glued back together. Blood stained his fine clothes, and his eyes were no longer dark; they were voids, leaking an ink-like substance that vanished before it hit the floor. “You came,” Aurelian said. His voice was a rattling echo, stripped of its former elegance. “The heir and the anchor. Together at the funeral of a dream.” “It wasn't a dream,” I said, stepping forward, my silver light flaring to meet the dark. “It was a prison.”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

The Aurel Shard at the heart of the village pulsed faintly beneath its cracked shell, quiet for now — like a beast finally fed. Aria sat near the dying fire pit, mending one of Kael’s cloaks with thread Sereth had provided. The air smelled faintly of herbs and metal. For the first time in days, her heartbeat wasn’t running from something. It was strange — the stillness, the silence. Almost dangerous. Kael returned from the edge of the warded mists carrying a bundle of dried meat, bread, and bottles filled with shimmering water. “Raviel’s caches,” he said. “The Matron keeps them hidden for wanderers. Enough to last us three days if we ration.”

Cutler gasped. “Hercules’s Brave.” Aurelius finished before turning to Masaru, who was baring his fangs at me. “This one is mine, Lord Masaru. You can have the rest of them.” The thunder brave gave him a brow-raising look. “This is a bit personal, if you understand.” After a long pause, Masaru reluctantly conceded. “Personal?” I squinted at the Blood Eagle King. “I was expecting Green Bits and Lady Marseille to come and foil our plans,” Aurelius said. “But I never expected Raja to be here, along with Hercules’s Brave.” He coated my epithet with venom. As if he had a grudge against me.