Ionia Arcane Novels & Stories

Chapter 80: Fake Moon Goddess Selene's POV (Selina) "It is our honor to have you here, Goddess Selene. May you bless us always," King Azeri of the Vampire Kingdom said as he bowed. I nodded. "May the Moon shine upon your kingdom." His smile widened. "Thank you." Upon hearing that, I turned to Ofelia. She nodded and approached me. "I'm going to the Lycan Kingdom unannounced," I said seriously. She looked at me, puzzled.

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Publicly rejected on her eighteenth birthday, Sierra Vance was branded a scentless, powerless omega and driven out of the Bloodmoon Pack. Her childhood sweetheart, Alpha Logan, discarded her for her scheming best friend, Lady Sarah, leaving Sierra and her younger sister, Liana, to freeze in the treacherous Shadow Forest. They thought she would die in the dark. They were wrong. When Cassian Nightshade—the feared Alpha King of the Midnight Syndicate—finds Sierra bleeding at his border, his wolf roars a single word he’s waited a decade to hear: Mate. Bound to Cassian by a magnetic mate bond, Sierra begins to unearth a dangerous truth buried deep within her bloodline: she isn't a weak omega.

And you. Solomon: i have to tell you something, Amy. Solomon: I haven’t been entirely honest. Amy: What? You’re a serial killer at my door lol Solomon: Worse Amy. If we ever did meet, i might not be what you’d entirely expect. Amy: its always like that lol Solomon: no Solomon: i swear i want us to keep this that i might be willing to risk it. Amy: What are you saying? Solomon: My name’s not Solomon. It’s Sally. Sally Regenade.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

“We just got back from dying in the ocean—” Seraphine patted him. “We’ll sleep now.” Kade scrubbed his face with his hands. “I’ll refine the readings for the catacomb layers before we go. If the architect's already woven his lines, we need to know where they sit.” “I’ll check if the WING can glide over land without terrifying everyone,” Eryx said. “It can,” Ianthe said. “It’ll just be funnier if it doesn’t.” Selene stretched. “I’ll prepare counter-rituals for Arcana patterns. Noctis's wards won’t be enough.”

She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself. "Ever since what you did to Archmiagus, the entire Arcane has feared you," Dika said, her voice steady but laced with a hint of admiration. "It’s not just because you’re immune to all powers, you're the strongest. Stronger than me, and that says a lot. There’s nothing in this world you can’t take down if it stands in your way."

GAHAHAHA! ‘’That’s so smart master!’’ ‘’of course. I can’t be a tribe leader if I’m not smart’’ What’s glorifying and cheering in enthusiastic voice behind him are the mantis tribe and wasp soldiers from the hybrid tribe. ---- ‘’Are you sure about this Niru? What are these arcs for?’’ ‘’These arcs… Pallor Mortis, the upper arc, Arku Aspatia, the arc below Miragin, and the third arc located at the shoulder of this mountain, The hand of sundial. These arcs are actually portals.’’

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”