Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

A flower I associated with Morgan. “Yggdrasil,” I repeat what my beast just told me, remembering what Rhett had said before I broke away and relaying the name to Finn who stiffens hearing it. “Fuck,” He grinds out, clenching his fists. “The sorceress from the tree. This is not good.” It wasn’t but her magic would have no effect on Lamia or Kellen. At least I hoped it wouldn’t. ‘She will not harm us.’ Arcas grumbles, ‘We are favored by Odeia.’

“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.”

“If you were just standing before him, yes. But if you were to already be there once the sleeping spell is lifted, he won’t know how you got there.” “It still won’t take long for it to notice the lack of life,” Tabatha says. “Not if you’re standing inside a circle. I didn’t think of the Goetia circles until you mentioned them, Cal. They’re difficult to cast, but strong. If you’re standing in it…I mean, it’s a stretch, but it might work.” “Okay. So it agrees to leave Evander’s body to enter mine—this sounds so sexual.” I wrinkle my nose. “Then what?”

I asked. “Yes,” He said with a nod. We were busy having fun when we heard the alarm, I went to open the door when I opened it, I met Celeta in front of me, she pushed me in and sat down on the sofa with me. “Archer, how could you lie to me? Hola is not from this pack but from Blood Crest Pack, he is even Gebe’s daughter” She said with a frown. Adrian and I both exchange glances and I whisper to

She gave a small, firm nod. “Then let’s do this.” Aria wasted no time. She lit the room with candles and incense. With steady hands, she drew a wide chalk circle around Lysandra and me while Gothel thrashed on the bed, her chains rattling. “Oh, Aria,” Gothel sneered, her voice soaked in venom. “A mighty moon goddess, yet you put your faith in these fragile girls? They’ll ruin everything. They’ll burn the realm to ash.” Her laugh was sharp and evil.

It wasn’t just the pendant’s physical weight—it felt like it carried something darker, something alive. “It’s a Gorgon amulet,” Roselia explained. “It’ll protect you from anyone who dares throw harmful magic your way.” Arah flipped the pendant over, noticing three thorny A’s inside a circle. “What’s this symbol?” “It’s a sigil,” Roselia said, folding her arms, her expression suddenly guarded. “From a very powerful witch. It’s what feeds the amulet’s magic.” Arah ran her thumb over the symbol, a strange hum of energy pulsing beneath her skin.

"Breath Hermione, Breath." Ezli whispers. Everything seeming fuzzy, Athena crying in Adonis' arms while Dad hovers, panicking against Ares body on the marble. "Do not fret. He needs you, they all need you. Tell them to hold hands with you, making a close circle around Ares. Lead them to chant these words, you all are spiritual beings: jumanatel extolio turu vashi diomo ...There's no force stronger than the force of love." Ezli utters. It felt like she had become a new being entirely, like we had just awakened from a deep slumber.

“Wonderful selection. Boltra Souza, my brother, is the master of class charger, which includes swordsmanship. He'll be a great teacher,” Lora was shown the contract and asked to sign it. “No, Jrue, we're not going to talk about it anymore. I don't want to see those heretics deceive my son. Gifts are a curse placed on the earth by Arni, the Elder Brother god. They are a means of vengeance. “Don't you see the deaths they caused, the schisms they triggered in the human race, and then the visitor glorifies them and tries to teach our children sorcery?” his mother exclaimed.

"Spirits of insight, lend us your sight. Grant us vision beyond the veil, pierce the darkness and bring forth the light. By the sacred flame that burns within, show us the way to the one who orchestrates this sinister game. Sercleah Veltarastia." I whispered a prayer under my breath, my fingers tightly intertwined. "Elemental forces, I call upon you now. Earth, air, fire, and water, lend us your strength. Unleash your power and reveal the hidden threads of deception. By the earth beneath our feet and the winds that carry our pleas, expose the puppeteer who pulls the strings. Eortha, Aero, Fȳr, and Waeter, aid us on our quest. Sibbe Secgengetan!"

Even though she had stayed with them a while, they still didn’t get the chance to see what she looked like. “This symbol you are referring to, did it look like this?” Forseti drew an image of a strange character in the air. Although he didn’t inherit his father’s divinity, he still was his father’s son. It was simple for him to use the light element to make a few illustrations. “Yes. That was the symbol.” Alucard took it upon himself to answer their question. His response caused the two gods to nod their heads silently. Now they were more than certain that it was indeed Ananse.