Lyrics Arcadia Novels & Stories

Jenna is busy changing diapers for Emma so she didn’t notice Zara. She cried hysterically recalling the lyrics Mine... Mine... Mine… I am all alone in the dark world Trying to find Sunshine for my survival I spent my days in agony waiting for you You came into my world like an angel...angel... Expressing your love through your eyes Sparkling...sparkling....eyes Mine....Mine....Mine.... Mine…Mine….Mine… I remember my happiness with you I remember our time I remember your little mouth I remember our time at the sea I remember our union under Clair De lune and dying to have you in my arms...arms...

Turning, I saw the rest of the guardians had regrouped, their expressions mirroring our own astonishment. Lysandra, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the air, remarked, "This place, it feels... alive, aware. It's as if time itself is observing us." Before we could ponder on her observation, a soft melody began to play around us. I recognized it instantly; it was our song, the one Alec and I shared, its notes carrying memories of stolen glances and whispered promises. Alec, pulling me close, whispered, "No matter where we are, our song finds us, binding us together."

The two women shared a quiet glance, their embarrassment fading into something deeper, warmer, and softer. Makayla leaned subtly into Lilac’s shoulder, humming quietly as the chorus rose gently in the background: “She’s the sweet refrain I hum when the night feels long. The one who turned my silence into a heartfelt song. No other could compare, no matter where I roam. She’s my brightest constellation—she’s the love I call home.” I sighed happily as the lyrics surrounded us, filling the room with warmth and emotion. This was exactly what my humans needed. My eyes drifted shut as Lilac softly joined Makayla’s humming, both voices blending gently together, comforting each other as the storm fa

Adrian parked outside an abandoned shipping yard, headlights cutting across rows of rusted containers. He replayed the audio one last time. Aria’s trembling whisper echoed through the car: “Daddy…?” His fingers curled into a fist. He stepped out of the vehicle, jaw clenched, eyes cold. “Hold on, baby,” he whispered into the dark. “I’m here.” And the night swallowed him whole.

In that instant, something vital inside him shattered and died. “ARIA!” The scream tore from his throat—raw, broken, and filled with primal agony. It echoed across the square, carried by the wind through the city streets and beyond, a sound that would haunt every witness for years to come. Aria heard him. Of course she did. Even at the threshold of oblivion, his voice reached her. A faint, bittersweet smile touched her lips. He had come anyway, just as she had always known he would. That knowledge brought her a final, fragile comfort amid the encroaching darkness.

I say with a small sad smile. "We'll see about that Lameo" Danny says patting my shoulder. "Wait did you just.." I trailed off. Did he just link Romeo and I together by giving us the name Lameo. "Yes I did" Danny says laughing as we get up from the couch not wanting me to punch him. "Lameo is a slang for 'Lame' Danny that means Romeo and I can never be a thing" "Let's bet on it. Ten pancakes single handely made by you" I smirked.

Aracely cried, suddenly calmer but still delirious. "Aramide..." Adrian trailed off as he stared at her, their eyes locked for a moment before she paused. Silence loomed over them for a while and Adrian proceeded to increase their already close proximity, he knelt by her feet and took her shaky hands into his, he was about to speak when she cut him off, her voice sounded like the color of rain on what seemed to have been a happy day. Aracely stared intently at the man in front of her before the words had left her plump pale lips ---- "please leave. please go and never come back." she begged. Her eyes watered with tears as she tore her gaze from him. her fingers clutched the garment that had

His voice didn’t echo but something beneath his voice did. A second voice. A lower tone. A harmonic vibration that rattled her bones. Her knees threatened to give out. “You’re from Arcadia,” she whispered. The boy bowed his head politely. “I’m what remains of it.” Clara’s hands shook. “No. No, I ended it. I closed the core. I shut down the loops.” “Yes, you did,” the boy said. “You ended Arcadia.” He took a step forward. “And so I am free.” The sentence stabbed through her like ice.

I am not alone I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore But I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I found it when I was cut -Arcade by Duncan Laurence A broken heart is all that’s left I’m still fixing all the cracks Lost a couple of pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home I’m afraid of all I am My mind feels like a foreign land Silence ringing inside my head Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home I’ve spent all of the love I saved We were always a losing game Small-town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh All I k

Dorian shouted, cutting a swath through the encroaching shadows. "Alright," Lyra responded, her voice imbued with newfound strength. As her friends continued to decimate the enemy forces, Lyra turned her full attention to Arthur, their eyes locking in a silent battle of wills. "Your love for them makes you weak," Arthur spat, his hatred palpable. "Love is not weakness," Lyra countered, her voice laced with defiance. "It only strengthens us." Drawing deep from within herself, Lyra summoned her powers, feeling the warmth of golden light envelop her as she prepared to face Arthur once more. The bonds she shared with her friends fueled her spirit, and together, they would stand against the darkn