Muriel Arcana Novels & Stories

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

“What happened?” Aria hesitated before answering with raw honesty. “It talks to me now.” The older woman’s expression darkened with concern. “Often?” “More than before.” The room grew quiet again as both women considered the troubling implications. After a long moment, Miriam stood and placed a gentle hand on Aria’s shoulder. “Listen to me carefully. You are not responsible for what lives inside you. You did not choose this power, but you can still choose what kind of person you become despite it.”

“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.

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

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.

—I can't leave Ana alone —She will be fine Alpha, please let's go. Beta Muriel could not finish his sentence, a blast of energy threw him out of the house, I tried to move and I couldn't, there was something surrounding me, a very strong power, I felt Ana's aroma and then she kissed me and I didn't know. what a low moment —Surprised Alpha? I wanted to know the status of beta Muriel and I couldn't do it, when I saw the red look on Ana I knew it wasn't her, it was her Akira power that was controlling her, her beautiful green and brown eyes were not present

For the past days I had been watching Sir Felix closely. So far, he only had three preys that I had known of. The first one was Sister Ana. She was an obvious target for she was beautiful. She had an ivory skin that matched with her apple-like red lips. And what made her stand out more was the matured curves of her body that her habit could not hide. And then, the sister from the library I did not know. I would just name her Sister Scarlet for being alluring. She had a rich almond skin like Fatma’s and her irises were the same color. I knew she was eighteen, but she did not look like one.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.