Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

“What is it?” He makes a very male noise–a grunt–before replying, “I have no idea. A spirit, probably. Or the shelves are starting to collapse under the weight of all these books. Arthur should do something about it.” “The ghost or the ancient wooden shelves?” A crash rattles the nearby shelves, and Aris tugs me against his chest. I gasp, whirling as if in slow motion, tucked in the folds of his cloak. The books in his arms fall to the ground. I feel his muscles jerk and flex as he raises his hands, his bracelets shining, and the space around us suddenly glows with silver. He vibrates with power I can feel in my bones. I wrap my arms around his waist and steal a glance over my shoulder, biti

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

“I suspected something. But I never imagined…” “What does that mean?” Aria asked. “What am I supposed to do with that?” Orion met her gaze. “It means Vaelith isn’t done with you. She’s gathering her other echoes, and she’ll try again.” Aria took a shaky breath. “Where?” Orion stood. “Beyond the Eastern Wastes. Where the ash trees grow upside down. There’s a temple there. Forbidden. Forgotten. But not empty.” He pulled out a scroll sealed with molten wax. “This was given to me by a dying oracle in the Black Steppes. It names you. And it says only the Starborn can unseal the path.” Aria opened the scroll.

“This part’s critical. Once I start the incantation, no one interrupts. No sudden movements. If Tzareth tries to break free—” “He won’t,” Elias said firmly. “He’s trapped.” Gabriel didn’t reply. He pressed his palm to the outermost rune, and the floor beneath them lit up. The ash and blood mixture slithered over the bulb in precise arcs, drawn by the magic of the incantation. The bulb trembled. Elias’s body tensed. Gabriel chanted, “By blood. By ash. By sovereign will, I call forth the false god and render him unto void. Tzareth, be unmade.”

The Alpha's face was a mask of iron, but in his eyes—those eyes that had seen decades of blood, there was turmoil, raw and unmistakable. Everyone knew what Orion had lost to human greed. His sister, his only family, his very soul. It was that grief, that rage, that had driven him to start the Great War. And now, after destroying the race that had taken everything from him, the goddess had bound him to one of them. He didn't know if it was punishment for his sins, but he knew that the irony was a knife, and it was killing him slowly. Seth sat back, silent, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him like stone. He did not know what frightened him more—the fact that it was true, or the s

"The war approaches, shadows clawing at the moon's edge. Two souls fracture under weight of chains unseen. Lies weave the web, deceit spins the thread, break it, or be ensnared." We all stared, confusion thick in the air. "What does that mean?" Asher blurted. Aria shivered. "And what happened to her?" The Oracle turned her gaze to me. "Black magic's kiss. A warning etched in blood." Black magic. The words hit like a punch. I knew instantly, my father. Augustus. His twisted games, his dark alliances. This was him, reaching out, hurting her to get to me. Serene frowned. "Black magic? From who?"

“Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Raul’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Raul. Spirit, I call on you to protect this witches mind and soul from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep this witch grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away the confusion.” As we watched and listened, all of the witches started to glow. It was like looking at a rainbow. Each color was as vibrant and beautiful as the next. Even Raul had started to glow. His color was, white, and encased by a thick black ink like slime. It felt like the col

Arius asked and when he saw it, he went pale. “Do you know what it means?” I asked him. “No.” He answered. “But I know what it spells out. It means that whoever did this, invoked something which he couldn’t have. Ritual circles are very important in Northshore and this one although is a small one, needed the sacrifice of a forest filled with animals. I can only imagine what is being set to run amok in our world.” Arius explained worriedly as he raised his hand to signal others to approach.

Shit! "Damn it!" Aristotle panicked after seeing Grunt's impression. Grunt would cry at any moment. "You're done, Aristotle! You're making ROBIN's son cry." mockery of Sin. "I'm s-sorry for curses," His eyes glow while saying that. They really emphasize the name ROBIN. I stared at them.

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's