Ionia Arcane Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry for making your sister take the wrong path.” “It’s not your fault. She made her own choices.” * Draconians can only go out at night, therefore the government has imposed a curfew, and with the help from Servant and Lanaya, Hazkiel creates a device to protect residences. They named it The Arc. While the troops formed by Hazkiel, Servant, and Lanaya, was named the Archturian, after the name of the founding nation. Everything seems to get better and can be resolved until one day Lanaya feels something unusual.

Kain asked quietly. She turned to look at him. “What my aunt just said, did you know that?” she asked. “Not so much.” He shrugged. “But how much?” she pressed further, her brow furrowed in concentration. Kain whispered, “Emory,” and took her hand. You already know most of what I know. The Arcanians think Aworyn might want you to be the conduit for our Arcanstone.” Kain paused. “But I’m not so sure anymore.”

"Older than the kingdoms. Older than the wolves. Older than the witches." Ryan’s expression did not change, but something in his posture shifted. "And it recognized you," he said. Aria nodded slowly. "Not me exactly. What is inside me." The words settled heavily in the room. Ryan straightened. "The phoenix." Aria did not confirm it, but she did not deny it either. Caleb let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Great. So not only are we dealing with mages, hunters, and whatever political mess is waiting for us out there, now the mountain itself is interested."

"I call upon the spirits of old, ancient magic, lend us your strength." The cavern quivered, a hushed stillness descending upon the battle. An ethereal presence filled the air as the combined power of Luna, Elias, and Amelia surged through the moonstone. The energy coalesced into a blinding beam, aimed directly at Alaric.

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

I continue to pace back and forth, mentally cursing myself for not being able to control myself. "What are you going to do now?" He asks. "Nothing, you're going to make some calls and find Circe for me." Circe is the witch queen. I have witnessed the things her magic can do, so I'm hoping she can help me with my situation. Circe's mother and my father were good friends, so Circe and I use to hang out a lot growing up. I guess you can say she was like my best friends or like the sister I never had, but when our parents disappeared we didn't have time to hang out anymore. We were too busy, now that we had big responsibilities.

I just have this feeling that we’ve known each other for a long time. Aries! I shook my head. A young girl’s voice suddenly echoed that name inside my head. That vague memory—-it doesn’t make sense. But could this be because Amaris is somehow connected to Aries who was Nemiah’s lost childhood friend? I shook my head again. Why am I suddenly thinking about these things when I’m currently in a 50/50 situation. If they’re going to bring me to Dubheasa, I’m dead. I haven’t gotten the scroll yet which will guide me how to defeat the evil queen. How am I going to face her?

But right now, all I have to do is sit properly and smile. “It's a pleasure to be back,” I say with a smile on my face. Roman told me to keep up. I made sure that it didn’t look too forced, too fake, or too stupid. “Let us begin,” one of the council members says, and I nod in agreement. “As we all know, after the fall of Lucia, the head of the vultures, Nuvia is finally in the hands of its rightful heir, Queen Meredith Amman.” Who the hell is Lucia? My gaze shifts to Roman, and he has his jaw clenched. I suppose that is one of the few things he had forgotten to mention to me.

“This is something we’ve never seen before in the world, two minds that are intertwined with each other on a basis of loss and grief and trauma, because that’s what binds them both. The trauma they share-“ “If it’s true that he abandoned everything and set that house on fire with that man inside, we can’t tell what he’s capable of doing next but it won’t be good” ~ FIVE WEEKS EARLIER Regina had stood but was quick to pick up a scent, her son’s scent amidst that of ash. Of course she would recognize his scent after bearing him for close to the nine and a half months that she did. Perhaps that was when the problem started, from his prolonged stay in the womb but that’s a topic for another day,

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”