Ionia Arcane Novels & Stories

" No.....noooo you are lying...noo!" When all of a sudden. A bright light emerged from behind Mia. And she found a figure standing behind her. A pendent in his hand and voice firm. Repeating the mantra without fail. " Ascetonia referea. " . . . "Ascetonia referea." A yellow light emerges from the pendant and spreads around to light a fire around them in a sacred circle of fire. And the witch staggers back. Afraid. Eager to escape. " This...this is not over...I will come after you...ahh

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Pru grinned. One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers. Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this." "No going back," Pru agreed. Rita held out her hand. "Do it."

The hem of the dress was laced with precious stones, but none of the stones were as precious as the day was to me. I struggled to sit down, my stomach tightly snatched, as my maid styled my white hair into soft waves. My makeup was lightly done, adding a touch of red to my lips. I am Elowen, princess of MoonShire Pack. And today, I am going to be Queen Luna after I marry Thorne Blackwood. Just thinking about it made my heart beat faster. The wedding was a very private one, only few people were invited. Thorne strictly supervised the guest list himself, inviting my brother, few of my friends, and some others that only he knew, to the Wedding.

My eyes shifted over to Jason who was glaring at Alex, his eyes steely and hard. " Mr De Mancuso, what a pleasure. I would say yes but I am a little busy with." Alex's eyes moved from Jason to me and he gave me a questioning look causing my eyes to widened a little. This whine forgot my name. " Moana." As I said my name, I pulled myself out of his grip causing him to chortle to himself. " Right. Jason, are not you wedded?"" I am, Moana is my sisters gal and if you do not step down from her in the coming ten seconds, she will be my sisters gal who's covered in your blood."

Instead, she focused her mind on her next spell "Mirac Aplex Ethion Insidious!," She muttered. the raging winds became still, like the calm after the storm, morphing into a circular orb that surrounded her. It was an impenetrable defense. The perfect shield. "Oh my God it worked!" She shouted with glee, her words, however, were sealed and confined within the protective orb. "Evelyn!, Eve can you hear me?," Leon shouted his words across muffled by the thunderous sky and the rain. He moved toward the orb which was invisible to him. Nonetheless, he could sense it. A powerful orb of magic surrounded her.

So did I, but we both failed to connect with her. We knew she wasn’t here in Orvelion! “Thank you for your cooperation, Alpha. We’ll seek help from the council. Do you know of any places nearby with the name of Ion?” asked Zephyrus while I waited impatiently. I didn’t know why they were so hellbent on searching for Ion. Hadn’t Lyra’s abductors mentioned the place? What was the connection? “Oh! There’s Ionia on Mount Olympus where Alpha Titanus rules the Ionic Pride. He’s an old shifter whose daughter was abducted years ago! He was very attached to her. In fact, he’s still looking for her!”

Then the Arcane Council made their move. Magister Thorne appeared in the sky above the battlefield, floating on a disk of silver light. He raised his hands, and the air grew heavy with magic that made my teeth ache. “Yield the Moonblood child,” he boomed, voice amplified by magic so every Lycan and every enemy heard it. “And the slaughter stops!” I stepped to the edge of the wall so he could see me. Holding nothing. No weapons. Just me. “Never,” I said, and my Lycan voice carried over the entire field. “Aria is not a bargaining chip. She is not a weapon. She is my daughter.”