Asra The Arcana Novels & Stories

"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!"

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

‘You must wake soon. ‘I need a little more time.’ Asrar sighed out gently. She laughed gently before all became quiet. Asrar was confused, his angel couldn’t be here but everything felt so familiar. He had to look, he had to see her. Opening his steel grey eyes they found a familiar purple one staring back at him. Those where not his Angel’s eyes but eyes of a long lost love. His mom smiled with a small giggle. Asrar shot up to his feet and looked down to his mom whom was there. He was so confused as he looked around seeing grassy green fields, flowers popping out here and there. A forest and mountain sides in the distance.

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

“Good start, but you need to refine your focus. Don’t visualize everything. Narrow your vision. Feel your wolf, your magic, but let them work in tandem. You must also trust yourself.” Alara took another breath, summoning the presence of Asena within her. “Are you here?” she asked inwardly, feeling a subtle response in her mind. “Always,” Asena replied, her voice strong, reassuring. Alara’s pulse steadied. She tried again, reaching for the magic in her blood. This time, the glow materialized only around the barrel, shimmering for a few heartbeats before fading away. She grinned in relief, although she was exhausted from such a seemingly small feat.

I picked up a shard and pressed it to my skin, carving into my flesh. In this kingdom, even without a disowning deed, a child who cut their own bones and flesh may sever ties with their parents. Blood pooled around me, and the room spun as darkness crept in. Through the haze, a voice filled with pity echoed in my ears. "Congratulations, Elara the Astral Maiden. You have severed all mortal ties. Your astral power will now be fully restored. Prepare to return to the Astral Sanctuary." Outside, an alarmed voice shouted, "Has Elara admitted her mistakes yet? What's that smell of blood?"

The single crimson thread Lysara had left behind floated in her mind’s eye, a taunt and a promise of a battle yet to come. Kade’s hand brushed hers, his amber eyes fierce but shadowed with worry. “You’re running on empty, Jess. We face this Lysara, and you’ve got nothing left.” “I’ve got you,” she said, her voice steady despite the ache. “All of you. That’s enough.” Selene’s spectral form flickered, her light dim but her gaze sharp as she studied the silver star. “Lysara’s power is older than Arachne’s. She’s not just weaving the nexus she’s its foundation. That silver star is her anchor.”

“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.

“Then what would you have me do? Abandon it? Let it rot and spread and twist everything in its path? You know what lies beneath that pit isn’t done.” “No,” Ysara said quietly. “It’s just beginning.” A long pause stretched between them. Finally, the elder reached into the folds of her robe and handed Lyra a sealed scroll. “What’s this?” “A name. A place. South of the Accord’s reach. The Flameborn Archives. It was forbidden years ago—too unstable. But if you want answers about what the Rift tried to latch onto inside you, you’ll find them there.” Lyra clenched the parchment. “And what if I find more than I want?”

I turned to leave, but then I bumped into Akira a few steps away from the door. “I'm sorry…” she mumbled, trying to steady herself. For someone who just asked me to get some rest, she looked more tired than I. She had a wrinkle on her forehead, which for Akira was a crime. She hadn't noticed that and I'm sure it was because of how drained she was. But I needed her to do something else. “Can you perform a Transpositio Arcanum spell?” I asked. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you need an exchange spell for? You know we can't transfer the Neurophaga that way…” she responded.