Ionia Arcane Novels & Stories

"I don't want you to ever think that you're replaceable to me, Dana. I can't fucking live without you. Tell me you understand, baby. I wanna hear you say the words." My words come out as a breathy moan, but we're interrupted by a cold, loud knock on the door that feels like I've been submerged in an ice bath and cuts the moment in half. Carter's hand stills and he sucks in a breath when Mathilde says from the other side, "The princess would like to have a word with you, Alpha. Says it's urgent." "Fuck," Carter murmurs before saying in a much louder voice, "Tell her I'm on my way."

Korea, Seoul " Hmmm, how about this one, maybe my son Gerald would like this " Arcela mumbled as she was busy picking some leather jacket. Arcela Itopia, the packs Luna of Lycans, the wife of Stark and the mother of Gerald. She's one of the most cunning female human Lycans in the whole city of New York. Everyone kneeled before her and they were scared to fight against her because she's more vicious and cruel than anyone else.

We all said in unison. He lets out a heavy breath. “We have two oracles in our pack that just recently came in to their powers. They have told me they have seen an impending war coming our way. They can’t tell me why or when it’s starting let alone who is behind it. If anything, I think that is the reason behind the breach today.” “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Asked Sean, the lead warrior. “I planned on it but I wanted to talk to them a little more first but things came up and I wasn’t able to.”

he said. “And, he has an emblem of……uh” he stopped halfway, his mouth slightly parted. “Of what pack?” I barked, losing my patience. “The Arcana pack, my lord,” he said, raising his eyes to look at me. “Isn't Alpha Dmarcus dead already?” Kael chipped in. “Yes, but his daughter, Theodora, runs the pack now,” Aegon replied, biting his lower lip. “What could she possibly want far north?” I wondered, my jaw resting on my palm.

I wasn't even sure my heart was beating. "Androkles?" She asked, unsure. Then her eyes widened. Her hand withdrew from mine, and she held both hands to her chest in shock. It had all finally clicked in her mind. The same Androkles Olympians whispered about and a name she probably heard more than once since arriving in the capital, often in distaste or fear. I'm Androkles, son of Nikos, son of the previous Lord Zeus, heir to Ares, the Destroyer.

I had no idea if they were mad at each other or in perfect synch, but I was glad they were on our side. Then came Jonie. She stepped into the center of the room, hands glowing faintly at her sides. Her lips moved—whispers I couldn’t quite catch, like the air was eating the sound. Her fingers flicked upward, and a ring of arcane symbols spun to life beneath her boots, faint blue like moonlight through ice.

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.”

She looked no older than thirty and very much alive. The image flickered weakly across the wall while ancient magic struggled to hold the memory together. “She came here willingly,” Aria whispered. The woman in the memory stood before another door deeper inside the mountain. Unlike the broken silver ring above, this one was enormous, black stone covered in glowing red fractures. Three other figures stood behind her. They were warriors and guardians. One of them carried the crest of the old northern kingdom. The vision distorted briefly. Then the woman spoke. “We seal it tonight.”

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

"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.