Muriel The Arcana Novels & Stories

Gabriel informed Muriel. Yes, Muriel was in fact a woman. Hiding her true gender with a technique she was well versed in – Body Transfiguration Art – she blended among men as a man. It was one of the ways to keep eyes away from them since a beautiful woman would attract attention wherever she went. “Brother. This time, you must listen.” Muriel stated, is eyes firm. “Even you? What did he say to you?” Gabriel muttered in surprise. “He said nothing. I merely saw it for myself. They are dangerous. Remember what Father did when he felt that the building of ‘that’ tower would eventually become troublesome?” Muriel asked.

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "You can't control how other people receive your energy. Anything you do or say gets filtered through the lens of whatever personal shit they are going through at the moment. Which is not about you. Just keep doing your thing with as much integrity and love as possible." .•●•. ⚘THE MERLIN EMPIRE ⚘ After the night of Ceremony, Arianna moved out of the castle. She explained what had happened to her in the parallel realm, how she met Demetrius' father, Clitus and Alison. And how she discovered that her unborn babies were in danger.

Let’s see how Muriel gets out of this mess. ~Muriel~ I didn’t know what my life would turn into in the next few minutes. Lucian had planned all this and I stupidly fell into his trap. If only I hadn’t reported him to the Alpha, I wouldn’t have been much scared. I was dying from within. The thought of answering the Alpha got me feeling spooked. My heart was already flying out of me. Niamh has stopped existing within me. I noticed she was pulled down, curled up in fear. As Harley dragged me along to the throne room, I knew something would go wrong. Luna Glenda was tramping in front of us. She just couldn’t wait to reach the Alpha before setting my life ablaze. We entered.

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

Aila Coraline "For goodness’ sake, hit the target, Coraline!" Anastasia shouted in frustration after I missed the target for the fifth time. I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to the strange dream I had last night. It felt too real, like I had truly died and been brought back to life, resurrected somehow. It left me unsettled. "Sorry, okay? I just don’t feel well," I mumbled in defense. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Excuses! The competition is in a week, and you’re still shooting like a decaying archer!"

I am very sure he would take me away from these monsters, give me a better life and help me heal from this torturous thing called “mute” And fortunately, the mating ceremony was taking place in the Golden Arc Pack today. I would finally get my mate and leave this place. I couldn't wait. I quickly took my bath and flipped through my stack of worn out clothes. I picked the manageable one and smiled as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Olivia, you're going to find your mate today. Your life is about to change for the better, so smile for it will be over soon.” I mentally encouraged myself and exhaled.

Searching to seek anything that will gives me some feeling or make me interested, but only my aura accompany me who gives me feed back to what it found which is nothing until it stumble upon a mater that make my self shedder silty from the impact, this matter is so dark , compere to the darkness that surrounded it feels like light. My aura start get absorbed a bit when it touch it than it quiqly like a child that get his first candy to taste after find it delisious, it started to absorb my aura verry quick and smooth with it prosess, in this kind of situation, there is no feeling come to me, no rage or fear or hope, only nothing that overwhelm my being from the tortures that I suffered for

"You're going where?" Luna stared at Aria like she'd suggested swimming with sharks. Which, given the circumstances, wasn't far off. "The restricted archives. Morgana's spirit told me there's a book—white leather binding. Something Knox's family has been hiding." "Morgana told you. The dead witch who's living inside your wolf told you to break into a restricted section of the royal archives in the middle of the night." "When you say it like that, it sounds crazy."