Ars Goetia Novels & Stories

“He is in rut…” Alpha Gideon blinked, stunned. “What does his rut have to do with the doors not opening?” Aran violently shook his head, desperation in his eyes. “Heat and rut are the wild desire of a wolf’s part. More like something unholy in the face of the ritual I performed. We cannot bring him back. The path is closed!”

Their knowledge had been declared heretical during the Council’s consolidation of power—erased from common record, sealed away as dangerous. “Show me.” They moved to the tent Aria had transformed into a private research space. The interior was dim but warm, lit by enchanted lanterns that glowed with pale silver flame. Aria and Elric hovered over a large wooden table, already deep in the scrolls Nyra had retrieved. The parchment was old, brittle at the edges, yet it pulsed faintly with silver magic—resonant and alive, like it remembered being written. “This one,” Elric said, pointing to an etched spiral surrounded by ancient glyphs, “mentions an entity known only as the First Howl. It wasn’t

Kairos intoned, his voice a harmonic resonance, "the choices you make here will ripple through the threads of fate. Embrace the paradox, for within its heart, you may discover the keys to unlock cosmic truths." Aria, guided by Lumina and accompanied by the enigmatic Kairos, pressed on, drawn toward the heart of the celestial paradox. As the astral landscapes shifted and folded, she knew that the journey had just begun, and the revelations waiting within the cosmic paradox would challenge her understanding of reality itself. In the ever-shifting astral realm, Aria's senses tingled with anticipation as Lumina and Kairos led her deeper into the cosmic labyrinth. The pulsating energies seemed to

“Very well, shall we both heads there?” Misha excitedly asks, to which HE agrees immediately despite the hesitation that Arius had. Yet he couldn’t do a thing right now to even stop Misha. “And I’ll expect nothing, but perfection from the both of you.” HE commanded and immediately went back to HIS void. As the gate of HIS world closes, Arius draws his pentagram and took his scythe waving it in the air. With a swift slash and the pentagram illuminated into that distinct hue of crimson red.

” Samantha growled, “no, you didn’t take anything. Stop blaming yourself sweety. The Moon Goddess saw you were innocent in all this and wanted to help. But she can’t really do much more than assign mates. It was up to you to find Troy. He could have met you sooner if your father had kept you at the bunker. Alpha Osiris had most likely taken you with him. He doesn’t kill kids and you knew too much.” Samantha howled, “I am sorry you had to go through everything you went through. And I am sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. But I am here now and no freaking body will be able to go against us. Team Arsa for live!” I laughed, “Arsa?” “Yeah, isn’t that what humans do? They combine two names, like

My shoulders tensed involuntarily. The stone walls of the tower seemed to close in, suffocating me. My breath felt short with panic. No matter how deep I tried to gulp the air down, my chest tightened as if an iron weight had settled on my lungs. “SATOR,” the demon chanted, its voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You shall reap what I sow for you. I am Tethys AREPOS, your owner. TENET, I hold you as my own. OPERA, you shall do my deeds and work. ROTAS, until the wheels have turned three times.”

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

(Terms in brackets are those found in the text): 1. Astaroth: Pride 2. Beelzebub: Envy 3. Satan (Sathanas): Wrath 4. Abadon: Sloth 5. Mammon: Greed 6. Belphegor: Gluttony 7. Asmodeus: Lust Agrippa's Classification Of Demons In De occulta philosophia (1509-1510), Cornelius Agrippa proposed several classifications for demons, based on numeric scales, like his whole Cosmology. Francis Barrett, in his book The magus (1801), adopted this classification of demons.

“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?”