Chronicles Of Arcadia Romane & Geschichten

The Colossus was a machine of divine magic, designed to crush entire cities under its weight. "The resonance point is there," Lyra said, pointing to a massive crystal spire in the center of the lake of fire. "If you stand at the peak, you can connect the ley lines. But Seraphina... the energy will be immense. It might burn you from the inside out." Kael grabbed Seraphina’s hand. "I’ll stay with you. My blood is the anchor. Yours is the sail." They climbed the spire together. Arion stayed below, coordinating the Unseen warriors as they prepared to repel the Shadow-wraiths that were now seeping through the cracks in the ceiling.

His eyes gleamed with fury. “I won’t sit here debating this nonsense!” he barked. “I’ll find her myself. That cursed witch will be tortured, then burned.” His voice echoed through the hall. He turned to Darain. “Inform the council. We meet at dawn.” --- (Kyra) We found refuge in a deserted mountain valley, surrounded by wildflowers and untouched soil. The elixir had finally worn off; my mind was clear again. Lucian lay beside me, fast asleep. His face was bruised and pale, and my chest tightened as I reached out, brushing my fingers along his cheek.

Glossary. Note that the seven major packs in Avalon has sub packs also run by lesser Alphas. Ortus Solis- (Rising sun) Ancient Lycan Pack Led by Alpha Superior Eli. Lux Aeterna- (light eternal) Led by Alpha Noah. Custodes Lunae- (Guardians of the moon) Led by Alpha Superior Abraham. Sole- (Setting sun) Led by Alpha Superior Augustus. Deum Belli- (Gods of War) Alpha Scarlet.

This one's armor was decorated with silver vines. It knelt before Beauty. Then extended both hands. Resting across its palms... Was a weathered leather-bound book. Aldric's eyes widened. "The Royal Chronicle." "I thought it was lost." The guardian spoke. Its ancient voice echoed through the cavern. "The Queen must know the truth." Beauty carefully accepted the book. The leather was warm. Almost alive. When she opened the first page... Words began writing themselves across the parchment. Not ink. Silver light. The first sentence appeared.

I looked at him and then my bed and then I grabbed a box of pizza and plopped into my bed and so did he. "So what are we watching?", he asked biting into a slice of a pepperoni pizza. My favorite. "It's a South-African series called Ummm Blood and Water", I replied. "Mmm violence", he cooed. I turned to him with my mouthful and scrunched my nose at him. "Nom violence rommunce", I murmured. "what?". "I said not violence, romance". His smile vanished. "Romance?", he whined. "Can we watch something else?", he whined. I held his chin and squeezed it.

Beyond them, life bustled: children laughed and ran barefoot across cobblestones, warriors trained in courtyards, and market stalls brimmed with goods under arched rooftops. Seraphina turned slowly, trying to take it all in. It was beautiful… and overwhelming. “It’s like stepping into a different world,” she said quietly. “One that doesn’t want to be found.” “Welcome to Arcadia,” Nicolas said, offering his hand. “Where nothing is ordinary.” They entered the courtyard, and sentinels dressed in black lined up in formation. A bard stepped forward and called out loudly, “All hail His Grace, Prince Nicolas Xhovani, seventh prince of Arcadia!”

He was tempted to run and hide with Lucy, he missed her. Being astonished as they entered into the territory of Arcadia would be a gross understatement. He’d never seen anything like it in his sixteen years! Some of the creatures here were presumed to be extinct long ago. The only way Arcadia would fall was the same way Destiny fell, by betrayal. Apollo didn’t think anyone would be dumb enough to attempt that, as it was prophesized that the Mad Alpha was bestowed with gifts even before her wolf was due to appear, and that she would be a strong force to be reckoned with.

Priam wrapped his arms around my shoulder but quickly backed away and kneeled down in front of me with his hand on his chest. "Your majesty. Prince of Kingdom of Arcadia, I am Lupus Dimetricus, a proud paladin of the palace, and I am honored to be of use to you." Priam said. Lupus? What the heck is he saying right now? "Really? Lupus? What the heck is really going on?" I said. Priam stood up, wrapped his arms around me. "Shaun, this is the kingdom of Arcadia, home of your late father, the great king Lycaon." he whispered and smiled so brightly to me.

Jared and I have been living in Arcadia, our capital city—named after the ancient city where Selene’s werewolf son, Lycaon, first settled. The first of us. Our Arcadia honors our forefather and serves as the heart of our world. It houses the governmental seat and the academy where wolves and witches train side-by-side—learning to fight, to hone our affinities, and to wield our Goddess-given gifts. From ages 18 until we find our mates, we live and breathe the academy. It molds us into the wolves the Goddess meant us to be.

Hence Arcadia became one of the richest and most powerful kingdoms. Such prosperity attracted admiration as well as jealousy. Over the years, and several wars later Arcadia had become a closed secretive nation. Its name induced fear as well as an awe to the outsiders. There were legends and lore of maidens being sacrificed to appease Zeus. The bloodthirsty army of werewolves wiping off entire villages. These were but legends. Very few people knew that Arcadia was a cultured nation with a strict hierarchy. Alphas were the pack chiefs, Betas were the warriors, Omegas served them as general workers. Humans lived normally among them.