Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

her gentle eyes gazing over Madeline, who was playing with her scythe, yes she was evolving but her heart still remained pure. "Nonsense...Damien didn't rub off on her, that boy is changing because of her, how can you say he's rubbing off on her..." Aristotle..roared this was team Damien speaking. He was the god of nature, as to why he was on Damien side no one really knew. "Aristotle you're right...shows she's really meliaka vessel in the mortal world..." Sorra the goddess of birth and reincarnation said, the life of Madeline and Damien was their entertainment. They could not see the future, only predict.

"What does this prophecy say?" "Well, it's called Ulami's Hope, and it mentions the aramusatu." My throat went dry. "What exactly does it say?" I sounded demanding and impatient, but a horrible foreboding was settling in and I needed to know why. Zander scowled and pulled out his phone. "Okay, I'll read it to you." He kept his voice low and matter-of-fact: "From one birth Will come a new triangle Water, Earth, Heaven Rarest Aramusatu

The door was ajar. "Are you crazy? Noooooo... Get back here" Hadiya whispered, clutching the Hem of Zoya's hoodie but the tall girl was not stopping. Zoya swatted her hand away and slowly opened the double doors. The room was grand. The blue tiles were shining when the sun rays graced them. Dust was gathered in every inch of the room, a grand piano sat proudly in the middle. The white piano was dirty but still looked magnificent to look at.

I glanced at the flickering candles, illuminating a sinister grin on my weathered face. In the dimly lit room, a cauldron simmered with a mysterious concoction. My eyes sparkled with knowledge and power as I reached for the small vial containing the essence of an Araknos, an ancient and malevolent creature that was going to follow my order to the T. My trembling hands held the vial with reverence as I whispered incantations passed down through generations. The words danced on my lips, their ancient melody mingling with the soft crackling of the fire in the fireplace.

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.”

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

“We will pray to the grandfather in the sky that you receive a spirit animal stronger than your fathers, one that is brave and will lead us to salvation.” My mother points to the sky, “That is us. Major Ursa and minor. A mother and her cub. Your spirit is strong and resilient like the Demigod Arcas.” The memory fades and the constellation begins to twist and swirl, taking on the form of my beast. Arcas looks back at me, beckoning me to follow, but I don’t have to move as I am thrown into another memory. One that is not mine. One that is darker and more disturbing.

“Fresh. Magic-seared.” Kaelen unrolled it on the war table. There, carved in deep crimson script, were three words: “The Third Rises.” Below it, a symbol—twisted, serpent-like, wrapped in an infinity knot. Aria touched it and pulled back quickly, her fingers tingling. “It’s calling,” she whispered. “What does it mean?” Kaelen asked. Varek looked at her, eyes narrowing. “The third Harbinger.” “Or the third Seraphim,” she said. “My mother’s orb warned me. ‘When the third moon rises, the Hollow shall awaken.’ But it wasn’t the Hollow. It was me. I awakened something inside me when I struck that Harbinger.”

Doug Borgia, one hundred and ten years old, known as the Blazing Flame Mage, was an eighth-tier fire-attribute spellcaster of the Evocation school. Doug understood the Count’s meaning immediately and said, “He has already been examined with the bloodline apparatus. All bodily indicators are normal. His life essence is abundant and resilient. Although his spiritual power is unusually active, it is, rather unexpectedly, stable. There is no problem.” At the same time, Doug transmitted a message to Count Herbert through a spiritual spell: “His soul wavelength is stable, his soul-body pure, free of all foreign impurities and negative energies. The possibility of spirit-body possession can be rule

I never thought they can use the highest form of their own magic combined with their celestial magic. After some time, the whole arena became clear for us to see as the lights emanated from Glade and Deborah disappeared. And we were all stunned to know what on earth did just happen? Glade is now covered with armor made of rose thorns and he is wearing a sheep headdress symbolizing his celestial spirit, Aries. His celestial weapon, Bastias is also restored. On the other hand, Deborah’s sexy body is now coated with hard rocks from her neck down to her feet. There is a bull’s head attached to each of her shoulder’s plate representing her mighty celestial spirit, Taurus. She is holding her reviv