Asra The Arcana Novels & Stories

But instead of saying something, she pointed to the window,trembling with fear still. But when Azrick opened the thick curtains, there was no one there. It was as if the person tormenting Auria simply disappeared. His face was red and his ears looked like steam would be released from it if not for him taking a deep breath, Azrick put down the pen and paper and looked at the still trembling actress, helplessly clinging to his assistant who was diligent in trying his best to calm the woman. He thought back to the incident as Auria told the. “Auria,” he called the name of the woman, “Do you perhaps have a past lover who has yet to move on?” Azrick blurted out, his mouth without any filter nor a

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Elara, gently tracing the back of Darius's hand, said, "The astral realm is designed to confront us with our deepest fears, to make us question our choices. But it doesn’t define our future. We do." Suddenly, a soft glow illuminated their surroundings, revealing a serene oasis in the midst of the otherwise chaotic astral landscape. At its center was a magnificent tree, its leaves shimmering with iridescent light, and its roots intertwined with flowing streams of crystal-clear water. A figure, ethereal and radiant, emerged from behind the tree. "Welcome, brave souls. You've navigated the challenges of the astral realm and have proven your mettle. I am Lysandra, the guardian of this sanctuary.

“Now. Before it's too late.” “Too late for what?” I helped steady her other side, and the moment my skin touched hers, power surged between us. Images flashed through my mind: *Darkness spreading like spilled ink across the sky* *Ancient seals cracking* *Reality itself warping and twisting* *A choice that would cost everything* I yanked my hand back, breathing hard. “What the hell was that?” “That,” Aria said grimly, “was just the beginning.” The pack library looked like a tornado had hit it. Ancient texts and scrolls covered every available surface, some stacked so high they threatened to topple. The scent of old paper and magic filled the air, mixing with the tension rolling off everyone p

“What are you talking about-?” What the!-- My head suddenly rang and it’s extremely painful. I suddenly fell off the whole place and became unconscious. The next thing I knew I was already at home with my memories of being the “Guardian of souls” had returned. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

Nudging Annia with my nose, we headed out of the cave and – hopefully – toward the mountain path. ‘Something is wrong,’ Ares mindlinked to me. ‘Cendres just left.’

Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked. “ Well, since this is the style of combat you have chosen, I might as well follow suit,” she said, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, the whites of her eyes had glowing orange wrinkles. The Sclera was an amber color and the Iris had turned white. “ I typically don’t show my Arashijin to just anyone. But I suppose I can make an exception.” “ If you’re done being a pompous bitch, we’ve got a hideous bug to kill,” Thora growled.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Not with names. But with *functions*. Kael: Barrier. Lyra: Constraint logic. Darius: Risk assessment. Kairos: Pattern interpretation. Seren: Emotional resonance. Me… A pause. Longer than the rest. Then— *Origin of definition.* My breath caught. Lyra noticed immediately. “What did it assign her?” I didn’t answer. Because I was still processing it. Kael’s voice went low. “Aria?” I finally whispered, “It thinks I’m where meaning starts.”

The rage and the moment my control slips. What are you hiding! the eerie voice asks. Everything…… They will see everything……. No…. Just as I begin to drown in it and let go, a scent hits me……Vanilla…….like a forest after rain……human. Aria. No! Why is she here? Why is who here? the voice asks I ignore it instead I close my eyes concentrating on her scent and clinging to our bond just like I did in isolation. I anchor myself to her existence, to the promise of warmth and breath and something untouched.