Asra The Arcana Novels & Stories

As they scanned the sphere, a flicker of activity emerged, a single point of light pulsing within its colossal shell. Anya, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of awe and trepidation, recognized the technology. "The Akashic Archive," she whispered, "a repository of knowledge rumored to be vast and all-encompassing." Lyra's heart pounded. Could this be the source of the discord? Could a repository of such knowledge, in the wrong hands, be used to manipulate and sow chaos?

“She’s not anymore. She said you didn’t want her. Besides, you left her behind in the fire and hoped for her to die! “She told me that I saved her, and from now on, she’ll be my mother!” James was stunned, and he began to tear up. He looked down and saw a customized silver necklace on Lucas’s neck. Right then, he went back to being angry. He pulled the necklace apart and gripped it tightly in his hand. His face had turned red with rage. “This belongs to my mother. Who do you think you are to wear it?!” James raised his head and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Mom, didn’t you say this was a gift for me? Why is he wearing it?!”

Lars found their arcane aura was easily distinguishable among the mythfolks and depthdwellers who brimmed of elementals. By this point, Lars had learned the difference between sensing energy presence on someone. Arcane aura takes form as a purple flame haze that burns brighter around the head. Meanwhile, elemental aura was evenly spread out to entire body and had calmer flare in its aura shape. Its aura color differs from red, blue, green, or others, depending the mythfolk's elements such as fire, water, plants etc.

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

Tristan from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion suddenly locked his gaze on Ashton like a bloodthirsty hunter who had found its ultimate prey, his gaze brimming with unrestrained fanaticism. "What is the Ninefold Arcane Technique?" Connor and Francis felt their hearts drop as a sudden sense of dread rose within them. "It is said that the Ninefold Arcane Technique is capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. I can't believe it's actually real!" Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Ashton with nothing but blatant greed.

“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.

“Sounds awful.” “It was effective,” he said simply. Nyra nodded. “Classic soul-mirroring technique. Rooted in the same logic as the Confession Basin near Aemrys. Structural Arcana: Reflection and Reversal, Volume 1, page 93.” Thalia leaned toward me. “Does she ever not have a reference?” “I’m starting to suspect no,” I whispered. “I heard that,” Nyra said calmly, turning the page. Despite myself, I smiled. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

LYSARA Jessica's hand suspends mid air and the entire environment goes silent. Students who have their phones up, taking videos instantly begin to put them away. I don't need to turn around to know who it is. Only one student in Arcadia has that type of power. Kareal Ashcroft.