Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

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"

Gai-Dalit began to sing the enchantment. “Who can count the dust of Ditiori and Maga…Quis numerare potest spicas…” sang the goat-head servant, his voice again long and pining as he read the dark scrolls. Shadows approached from the corners of the sarsens. The glooms surrounded the lovers whose arms were intertwined in repose. The dark shadows hummed. “We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.”

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

The Severance Ritual Back in the temple, their bodies stood still—except for Seraphina and Malthea, who continued chanting, now bleeding from the nose and fingertips as the runes fought back. Cassie whispered to Aragorn, holding his small glowing body. “You’re sure?” Aragorn simply nodded. Seraphina’s voice rose, cracking stone: “Vita e tenebrae, lux e carne — claudite ianuae aeternitatis!” Cassian, Elias, and Aragorn stepped into the air, toward the mural-gate. Each carried one relic in their hand—symbolizing prophecy, wisdom, and light. Bain held Cassie as the wind screamed around them.

“You want to go to the Red Moon pack?” “I am an Omega wolf, so naturally, I must return to the Red Moon pack. If you can take me to the southern entrance of the Red Moon pack, so I can return to my master’s side, I will give you this body. If not...” Arista lifted the teacup on the table and dipped her finger into the tea inside. “Here is Levi’s blood. He taught me a spell.” As Arista spoke, she drew the spell on the table. Initially, there were no traces where her finger passed, but in the end, as her finger moved away, the table surface glowed, and a stream of dark energy emanated from the spell.