Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

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.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

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.”

I was running out of time and I was beginning to grow frustrated. "When you are forced to pick between two evils, you pick NEITHER of them and choose a third option instead". Aria was so carefree the way she said it, as she hovered close to a bookshelf. "A third option, what do you mean?" I inquired. I could see Aria pull out a book from the shelf and place it gently on the table. It was very heavy, considering how little she was but she managed by herself. "What book is this?" "It is the codex of 'GAIASANIA AND GAIAMANIA' - a compilation of the Annual records of the 14 werewolf kingdoms". Aria disclosed to me, as she magically flicked the pages of the book.

she explained. “But why do you have to eat the Demis?” “We choose someone who has the ability to perform magic. Their flesh strengthens us. Do you get it now?” She pointed her hand at me as her eyes flashed with anger. She’s going to end my life at this point. “Too bad. I can also use magic.” We divert our attention to Kylo. She pointed her hand at me as she spread her fingers and uttered some words. “Agares, the 2nd demon of the Ars Goetia and the Great Duke of Hell… I command you!”

"Leo, you know what to do." "Oh isn't this the strongest celestial spirit Leo, how lucky of us to have a match with you." The girl arrogantly said and revealed her own key. "Gate of thee Fly, I open thee Musca!" A sudden appearance of a topaz colored light blinded Jamnia. With wings behind it's back and a head that reassembles a fly, Jamnia blinked twice to confirmed what's she's seen. "I'll deal with you later." The gigantic lad coldly summoned his own key. "Gate of thee Lizard, I summon thee Lacerta!"

‘I want to overthrow them. “Can you help, Arthur?” Ares asked his brother Arthur’s conflicted eyes wandered off to the Magi who were listening to them. “The Gnosenia will not like this.” “I need them not like me,” Cataleia looked at them. “I need to borrow books. Anything that speaks about my father. It will help me know what I’m dealing when I face Kai.” Arthurian sighed as Ares merely stepped back. He gave his older brother a nod and a small smile creeps from Cataleia's face.

Chapter 29 Finrir’s Display Aros, his eyes gleaming with admiration, signing to Finrir, "Young Finrir, I wish to witness the artistry of the Arcttegatian style that has been honed through generations." Tritan, intrigued by their interaction, watched as Finrir's eyes sparkled with excitement, a testament to his readiness to showcase the unique techniques that originated in Arcttegat. Tritan was keenly aware of the significance of this moment, as the unveiling of the Arcttegaiatn style underwater had the potential to inspire and captivate the Merguardians.

--- POV: Araya The Work Resumes The petitions rose again like smoke: A river-wife needing stone before frost. A boy wanting glass cleared from the training yard. A priestess asking to teach omens as weather. “Granted,” I said. “Approved. Teach.” Dorian’s light soothed pain where it hid. Selene shaded the wheat. Nyxara swatted a crooked rune back into line. Above us, the vault held. Not sacred useful. Chaos had said I wasn’t made to rule.