Cupcake Arcane Novels & Stories

“Where did these come from?!” Maia hurried to him, babbling as he flipped open the box. “We don’t know. We got an extra batch of cupcakes for the party. Everything checked out…shit.” She trailed off, mouth hanging open as she eyed the frosting decoration. “This is Saberlon’s pack insignia!” He snapped. “Ronin, I swear,” Maia shook her head profusely. “These are not the cupcakes we signed off on. Someone must have switched them out.”

“And you’d help me.” They both burst into laughter as they walked inside. The shop was not crowded just a few people sitting by the windows, enjoying their tea and cakes. Abigail and Maya made their way to the counter, their eyes roaming across the display. “Look at those cupcakes,” Abigail whispered, pointing at a row of delicate pink frosted cakes. “They look too pretty to eat.” “And that chocolate tart,” Maya added, her eyes widening. “I’m not leaving here without tasting it.” The girl behind the counter smiled warmly at them. “Good morning, ladies. What would you like to try?”

"Alright, cupcake, I want to make some scones to give to your dad. Do you think you can handle being my special assistant?" "Yes! I can do it!" "Perfect. Okay, first, I want you to taste test something for me, okay?" Clary nodded solemnly, and Lucus pursed his lips to hold back his laughter as he pulled out a tray from the small fridge below the counter. The strawberry shortcake cupcake had been the winner of the poll he had left a few days ago, so he had made a small batch the previous afternoon to give to Clary. As he handed the cupcake to her, she stared in awe at the little snowflake on top of the light blue frosting. "It's so pretty!"

“Nice meeting you Ms. Dusk.” “I guess my disguise is busted.” She sat down beside me and removed her cap and glasses. The man held his breath as he stared at us in awe. “Fascinating.” “Okay. So, what’s your business with us?” “Of course.” He nodded slowly. Shaking off his fascination towards them. “I actually own a café just a few blocks away from here. The Sweet Tooth Lounge.” “Oh yeah. I’ve seen that.” I’m getting interested about this. “By the way. My name is Zen, a professional pastry chef and I would like to offer a partnership. I’ll be supplying cakes to you and in return, you will share your coffee secret with us.”

“Harrison. Step away from the fence.” He stepped away from the fence. He looked at it for a moment—the eighty-one nails, the lanterns strung in tight rows like a military operation—and I could see on his face the particular expression of a man who knows he has overdone something and is not yet willing to admit it. The cake was from the bakery on Ashland. It had ten candles on it, and Lucas’s name on one side, and Chloe’s name on the other, and a small wooden horse figurine on top that Chloe had picked out herself at a craft shop three weeks earlier because she had decided that horses were her personality now.

"Everything is made up, Sola. That’s the point of fantasy." Genesis giggled uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking with delight. "What else did they sell, Uncle Cam?" "Oh, fairy macaroons, elf brownies, and lava cakes fresh from the volcano chefs." "Volcano chefs?!" she squeaked. "Dangerous work, but delicious results," he whispered like it was a secret.

I closed my eyes to at least get some rest before Joe, our chauffeur, comes around. Few minutes into my naptime, Kate's shriek jerked me awake. "Kate!" I groaned. "What's the problem?" I asked. "Suzy, have a look at this." She pushed her phone forward. I collected it from her. "That looks unbelievable, right?" She crossed her hands across her chest. "What lo -" I trailed off at the graphics that stared right back at me. "What the hell is this?" I gaped. "A dragon!" Kate exclaimed. "In this 21st century! I can't believe this!" She scoffed.

Scarlett ran into the kitchen and pulled out the tray of cupcakes, which were, indeed, dry as a bone. I sighed. “Sorry, I was distracted.” “I noticed. What’s gotten into you?” I wanted to say Taylor’s tongue and fingers, but instead, I shrugged and stood up straighter, brushing invisible crumbs off my apron. “I just didn’t sleep well. A lot on my mind.” “Well, do you think you could put us making these cupcakes in your mind? We need thirty-five more monarch butterflies made out of gum paste, and unless you want to do that, I’m going to be busy.”