Asra The Arcana Novelas e Histórias

“You must complete the Rite of Ascension. Only then can you unlock your full potential.” “And if I fail?” “The Seal will shatter,” Elias said. “The berserker will multiply. The packs will fall.” Lyra nodded, her fear replaced with something fiercer. Resolve. “Tell me what to do.” Elias smiled, the first true smile she’d seen in days. “Follow me.” --- They entered a narrow passage lit by ancient crystals. Symbols along the walls pulsed with recognition as Lyra passed. The air grew thick with magic. At the heart of the sanctuary was a circular dais surrounded by four moonstones. A pool of silver liquid sat in the center, swirling slowly.

Dear Readers, Alpha Sin has come to an end and it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you all motivations that kept me going. The Journey of Artemisia and Sinclair is done and I decided to serialize it. I left hints about possible romance in the chapter ending between supporting characters and I hope you all would read the next story in the series. Please, don't forget to leave gems and reviews. I see all your reviews and I use them. ***Please, Sandra, do not get mad at me for not using the truth spell. I'm sorry and I didn't mean to punish her, lol.

I repeated, the phrase sending a strange resonance through my bones. "What does that mean?" "I think it means exactly what it sounds like," Kael said grimly. " "You're not just a Lumina heir, Aria. You're something more. Something that bridges the gap between light and shadow." Another vision flickered at the edges of my consciousness, but this one was different – not a memory from the past, but a glimpse of something happening right now. I SAW FIGURES IN DARK ROBES GATHERED AROUND A MASSIVE STONE ALTAR, THEIR CHANTING CREATING RIPPLES IN THE VERY FABRIC OF REALITY.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

_Aria's POV_ The glowing red symbol flashed once more. My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it in my ears. For several seconds, neither Rowan nor I moved. The room seemed strangely quiet. Even the air felt heavier than before. I couldn't stop staring at the symbol. The crimson light pulsed beneath his skin like something alive. Scars weren't supposed to do that. Nothing about it looked normal. Slowly, Rowan released a long breath.

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

"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!"

Aria swallowed hard and returned to her place, her skin prickling as though the very air was humming with ancient power. Then came the final incantation. Orun’s tone changed; it was quieter now, almost reverent, but no less commanding. “Clausa oculis meis, let truth still be seen. Reveal what is hidden. Nomine maleficii, show yourself. Let your power be broken, and let truth reign!” He reached once more into the jar, this time pulling out a pinch of mountain ash mixed with dried, crumbled leaves. Aria recognized the bitter scent immediately. He scattered it into the bonfire.

They were too far gone, too twisted by their need for control, too drunk on their fantasies of power. Instead, I turned away, disgust curling in my gut. Let them scheme. Let them plan. The harder they tried to trap Ashina, the more surely they would fail. I would see to that. As I left the room, I heard Lysara’s voice, low and full of dark promise: “Remember, Farkas. Sometimes the best snares are the ones your prey never sees—until it’s too late.” Then came Farkas’ eager reply: “I trust you, Mother. I’ll wait for your signal.”

“Most of these books don’t exist in the waking world. They’re echoes. Memories.” Seraphina paused at a shelf labeled Theories of Soul Severance. “This is where you used to study, isn’t it?” she asked. Astra’s lips pressed thin. “My first life? Yes. I helped build this archive. But I also helped lock it up.” Seraphina pulled out a thick leather tome. Inside was a folded parchment. She opened it. A symbol glowed faintly—her mark. “It’s a map,” she whispered. “Look. The central crypt beneath the east courtyard. It’s shaped like the sigil.”