Asra The Arcana Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Finally focusing, my eyes land on three females who hold their hands out at Mathias and bare their human teeth in warning to him. It’s my turn to gasp, and maybe growl a little when my eyes land on the figure lying behind the three females. A mass of white straggly hair covers the female form. Beneath the rags of white that hold blood and dirt, feet and hands poked out. With skin as dark as onyx I can already guess who it is. Ashe the first. Or as some know her in this day and age - Odeia. “You dare to show your face!” Arcas growls taking over Mathias. The beast shone through the human form's eyes, his aura pouring out suffocating the rest of the room. Fur sprouts over his arms and claws beg

Each wall shimmered with scenes from Rowan’s memories Aria giving birth, Kael’s rage, Selene’s betrayal, Elara’s laughter. “Stop it!” Aria shouted. “Let us go!” The Architect circled Rowan. “You were born under both moons. Marked not by prophecy, but *paradox.* The Vessel and the Anchor both within you.” “I don’t know what that means!” Rowan said. “You will.” With a single gesture, the Architect pressed a hand to Rowan’s chest. And Rowan screamed. Light burst from his eyes and mouth images flashing around him in a storm. Wolves turning to ash. Mountains crumbling. A sea of eyes opening beneath the earth.

Within, a single scroll rested in a nest of velvet, its wax seal unbroken. Rowan’s hands trembled as he lifted it. “I didn’t look for it, Aria. It… called to me.” The seal was marked with a symbol that stole her breath: a double crescent curled around a spiral. The sigil of healer and warrior—joined. With a nod from Mira, Aria broke the seal. The parchment crackled as she unrolled it. The ink had faded, but each word pulsed as if alive—imbued with something more than time. She began to read aloud, her voice low and reverent:

Shoulders like a god carved in night. Eyes that weren’t human—silver in the shadows, gold in the moon. He stood between the rows of dying apple trees, and the world bent toward him like gravity answering to its true master. He whispered: “Zenaida…” My lungs collapsed. My heart stuttered. “My name,” I croaked, “is Asaraiah.” A small smile tugged his mouth. Not gentle. Not cruel. Just… knowing. “No,” he said. “Not only.” Behind me, Malrik snarled—half beast, half man, fully lethal.

She croaked, her eyes turning glassy. "Tell me the truth, Aurora. Why do my plans to get the Camorra make you sad?" I probed with a blank look.

She had her eyes closed, carefully inspecting her sea of consciousness. There were Assea's figure and a big dark blue ball that constantly emitted a pressure over the sea. Nevertheless, they didn't manage to create any ripple on the water representing Sara's mental energy. Two runes stood at the center of the sphere, both of them were covered by blood red roots that formed the diagram of the bloodline form. There was only stillness, nothing seemed to be able to shake the environment inside Sara's mind. Lucinda opened her eyes. A wave of coldness invaded the room, her aura was overwhelming.

I extended my hands and Melsine handed him over, breathing a sigh of relief. "Not sure what got into him today," his round face was red and his tiny fists were balled up as he shrieked at the top of his lungs. I tried to comfort him by pressing him closer to me and rubbing his back. I could sense some discomfort surrounding him. There was this uneasiness as if remnants of some spell. Arasia has been teaching me how to figure out if there were remnants of magic around a person, place or object. How to see different auras and figure out who belonged to which species.

Asura whispered in the general's ear that smelled fishy and rotten. The undead general immediately swung his sword and stabbed Arya Santanu in the stomach. Unfortunately, what he stabbed was a shadow or duplicate of himself made of fire. Slowly the shadow burned and literally flew into ashes. "Have you finished the meeting?" Dewi Sari Kencana turned to Arya Santanu who had just appeared beside her. "Of course. Asura is also ready to burn them all." Arya Santanu's demonic hand flared up violently. Red flames enveloped the hand.

I said and she stared at me half-heartedly. “I know” She called the waiter to take our orders before we started talking again. “What are your plans to ruin Daniel's relationship? You're not doing the job like I expected you to” She said, somewhat annoyed. “Keep your voice down Sade” I warned before continuing “My plan is to befriend Lola, then take advantage of her friendship to get close to Daniel” Sade looked shock for a moment. “That's not possible, Lola is a bitch!” Sade says.