Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

Her hands hung loosely at her sides as she closed her eyes, standing tall and poised in the exact center of the symbol. Moments later, the menhir representing fire - the stone etched with a jagged flame symbol - began to glow with a deep red-orange hue. The warmth radiating from the stone was so strong that the surrounding air shimmered with heat. In response, one of the points on the star, aimed directly at the fire menhir, glowed red, sending a warm light straight toward Aria’s feet. Elara nodded approvingly. “Fire calls to Aria, resonating with her spirit. Each element will guide you in its own way, providing insight into your nature and strengths.”

“Stop it. I don’t want to hear this.” “You can deny it aloud until your throat is raw,” Aria continued, her purple eyes glowing brighter. “But the truth is written in our marrow. It is etched into the stars.” “He’s too cold,” Arielle hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and denial. “He is merciless. He is Alpha Ethan, the devil himself, a man who rules through fear and iron.” “There is a bond between you and the 'Alpha,'” Aria said, pacing within Arielle’s subconscious. “A bond blessed by the Great Goddess herself. It is a tether of gold and fire. You cannot sever it simply because you are afraid of the heat.”

“I am afraid it is true. I would urge you to talk to your mother about the particulars. I was never quite sure who your father was. They were both born with the same gifts as you. Both are descendants of Arcas, a hunter, and the first bear shifter. Condemned to live as a bear when he accidentally tried to kill his mother, but the moon goddess took pity on him and allowed him to walk as a man every full moon until he was cast into the sky with his mother and became what you know as Ursa Minor, his mother Ursa Major. This is why we can see Ursa Major all year round, but Ursa Minor secretly disappears every now and then. Your spirit animal is Arcas, is he not?” “Yes, Orion asked what his name w

He looks back at me with eyes full of panic. "Go on, Darling," I say. "Just touch it." He places a pale, trembling hand on the crystal. The pillar glows a soft pink, then shifts to a vibrant, verdant green. A robotic voice booms through the entire facility: [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: ARLO NAPKI. RESULT: 80% NARCISSUS (THE GOD OF VANITY). 20% ASCLEPIUS (THE GOD OF MEDICINE). ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD.]

The symbol etched at the top of the scroll matched the one Rowan had begun drawing in the dirt with sticks. “It’s the Eye of Thrones,” Maelis whispered. “An ancient deity of balance and judgment. Banned. Buried. Forgotten.” “But not gone,” another elder added. “The prophecy didn’t end with the Red Moon. It *opened* something.” That night, Aria had the dream again. Only this time, she wasn’t alone. She walked through the charred forest, bare feet leaving prints in the ash. A heartbeat echoed through the air slow, steady, ancient. Beneath her, the ground cracked, and a whisper rose from the depths:

Lacy's POV "Aragon is a mischievous god known as the god of crossroads. I haven't seen him before. But I have read about him in books and even heard from people who had encountered him. He had lived for thousands of years, yet he doesn't appear to age, according to what I have read about him. He oversees life transitions, such as birth, death, fate, and personal choices. My grandma said he appears to anyone who dies with an unresolved destiny and offers paths." Martha goes on and on in explaining who this Aragon guy is.

"Good morning to you too, Aria. What's so urgent that you've forgotten all your manners?" "This." Aria slammed the tome on the table between them. "I found it in the deepest level of the archive, hidden behind three separate magical locks that took me six months to break. It's written in Proto-Carpathian, predates the original seers by at least five centuries, and—" She took a breath. "It describes a ritual for reconstituting dispersed essences." Lysandra went very still. "Show me." They spent the next four hours bent over the ancient text, cross-referencing with other sources, checking translations, verifying that what they were reading was actually what it appeared to be.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

Moving towards the north of the troops were the archers who moved behind boulders and other obstacles previously set up by lower-ranking soldiers where they will shoot burning arrows at them thereby slowing down the enemy army. Octavius looked up and with the powers given to him by Ashterah he saw the war goddess rise above the entire army, her golden quiver slung over her shoulder to her back filled with golden arrows, her golden bow was set firmly in her hands. Beside her was her half-brother Nukis god of destruction ready with his thunderbolts, a power given to him by his father Robos; Horoda, goddess, and ruler of powers under the earth with her golem army set to rain heavy blows on the

Seth had already seen their fury once before, and he knew the cost of challenging Argun’s rule. Charlene’s heart raced as Seth described the hounds: Ariel, the five-foot-tall lioness with angelic wings, who carried souls of the worthy to heaven; Armaros, the hound with black fur, who offered the choice of returning to earth or moving on to the heavenly plains; and Asbeel, the angel of destruction, whose ashen fur marked him as the bringer of judgment for the guilty. Seth took a deep breath, touching the mark on his chest, and called out for Argun. The air seemed to shift as a thick veil parted, and Argun’s presence filled the space. His hulking figure emerged from the mist, and his gaze fixe