Arcane Jarah Aurel Novels & Stories

Y E A R 2006, T W E N T Y-S E V E N T H O F O C T O B E R T R I A L C O U R T “We jury, in the case of The Republic of the Philippines versus Aleja Montevallo find the defendant guilty beyond reasonable doubt for the crime of parricide." The clerk of court’s voice echoed within the walls of the regional trial court.

I assure him. He nods again and I see determination fill his eyes. A small smile cross my lips as I stand. I turn around to see Aurelia wielding a strange weapon I don’t recognize. It appears to be a very long chain with a curved blade at each end. She swings the chain around and my eyes fly wide as the blades slice through half a dozen guards in a single sweep. “Holy crap,” I murmur. “There are four waves of ground warriors—if they fail then the Arks come!” she shouts to me. “If we can take the warriors out fast enough then we’ll have a few minutes to get out!”

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.

These full-blooded werewolves were attacking her anytime they wanted. As a part of Omega—who were treated as slaves all the time—, Amara became the most unfortunate creature in their territory, not only because her father was born as an Omega, but also her mother was a mere human, and so, this made her a half-human and a half-werewolf. The higher ranks in their community were despising this and thus, considering it a taboo.

“Oh! You have so much to learn! Come! I’ll show you; it might be a bit early yet, but it’s worth a try!” I would give him some points for trying, but we saw nothing but dark water, lazy waves, and cold moonlight bathing in the midnight ocean. But after that day, he started telling me about various creatures. Like the werebears, they were not so bad as Toke once had told me. According to Arcane, they were old huntsmen and gatherers; their main traits were skin, fur, and soft winter clothing. They were also widely known for their sweet baking goods. They were usually not hot-tempered people, and they tended to avoid wars and other disagreements. It was hard to make them angry or ask them to pi

"Arent blood healers extinct?" "Elara is one." Aaron's eyes widended. "Yes," Darius nodded. "Elara possesses a rare gift. She's the only one who can save my daughter." Aaron regained his composure, his smug look now tugged on his face. He stopped circling, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "I can't believe it," he shook his head. "So, the great Darius. The terror of the lands is brought low by a sick child? How touching..." He relished the flicker of anger that crossed Darius's face, a brief crack in his carefully constructed façade.

Tat tried to get up. "There's nothing we can do." Chapter 16: It is only us now, Mama Ash clung to his face. Anarungu trudged through the burned huts as morning finally arrived. All around were ruins and chaos. He noticed something red on the ground near his feet. It was Jariksh and his wife. Dead. Both pierced by a spear. A red feathered amulet still hung around his neck. "You made a deal with our enemy," Anaravansan, limping worse than usual, spoke from behind him. "Traitor... you're a traitor, Anarungu!"

Richard answered the phone politely. "Hey, there might be something I need your help with." "Please go ahead, Dr. Truman. I'll do my best. However, I may not be able to deal with Dominic," Richard replied helplessly. It was beyond his capability. They would only have a chance if they had enough evidence to ask one of Aurelia's four divine generals for help. Aurelia was renowned for its technological and martial prowess, particularly its four divine generals—Cobalt Dragon, Vermilion Phoenix, Obsidian Gryphon, and Ivory Unicorn.

'Sir Au, Sir Au…' At the thought, Darryl's gaze flashed as he thought of Prince Auten at once. 'F*ck… it couldn't be him, could it?' "Darryl!" At the look on his face, Chester could not help but ask, "What's going on? Do you have something to say about this Sir Au?" Darryl took a deep breath, smiling before saying, "The beasts that Ambrose ran into are called Garan beasts. They're special spirit creatures only found in the Godly Region. As for Sir Au, I've got a pretty good idea of who he is. He's not my friend at all. He's Prince Auten taking on another person's body."

Caleb introduces Rahul to everyone. "Comrades, this is Rahul Taraka. We went to the same school, he is a senior student and just recently graduated," Caleb said introducing him to the group, "This is Alpha Ulric of the Emerald Gorge pack, that one is Arnou son of Marrouk of the Avalon tribe, this little one is Aaron of the southern Coastal tribe, you have met Alina and Amelia. We lead the team going to the underworld, with us is our warriors and elders who would guide us through our journey." Caleb started.