Muriel The Arcana Novels & Stories

Mia felt like her head was out of place and suddenly became heavier on her head, her eyes closed slowly filling her view with darkness and she felt her feet buckling beneath her, unable to carry her weight anymore, Aaron immediately reached for her and grabbed her before she would hit the ground, "Mia." He called her name but she had already been swallowed up by the darkness and was now in an unconscious state, He made sure to gingerly pick her up in his arms and just as soon as that was done, the door to the alchemist's workshop flew open and a seething Miram walked in, It was clear to Aaron that she perhaps wanted to finish what she started at the corridor, Her brows became so furrowed,

I looked back to Luna and answered “Yes” “Okay, let’s start.” She stood up and gathered some things from her altar and looked at us while holding the things we needed. “Let’s begin,” She said with a smile. She asked me and Devon to sit on the floor while she is preparing her things for her spell. She gathers the things she needs like white candles, incense, crystals and a black book. She sat in front of me and asked me if I'm ready. I answered “Yes.” She explained to me that the spell that she will do is to open a portal or a door to the past. There’s a tendency that I will see and hear things again. That is why she told me to stay calm and don’t be scared. She also told me to tell everythin

Muriel stood over a small stone plate, grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. “Thank you, dear. It’s been a while, Princess,” she called to Celeste, who bowed. Muriel was Sorgale’s grand healer—her old age and wisdom had overseen three kings. “It has been a while, Lady Muriel.” Celeste calls with a polite snake towards Muriel who chuckles. “Lady? Hah! My old bones are already too fragile. I’m too old to be called ‘lady,’ child—though my granddaughter would be happy to hear it and tease me,” she muttered, patting Celeste’s cheek. The gesture surprised Anora.

he called softly. “I’ve been listening,” she answered, her eyes still closed. “The bloom isn’t speaking right now, but it’s… still awake.” He came closer. “How do you know?” She finally looked up at him. “Because it’s inside me now.” He didn’t know how to respond. So he just sat beside her, and they watched the horizon together a wash of violet clouds chasing the last blush of morning. Elsewhere, the Sky Archives remained sealed. Ari stood before its unlit threshold the single door that Mira Hale had never reopened during her final year. Ari had received the key only once, three days before Mira’s death, wrapped in a thread-sleeve and bearing no message.

Lila sat frozen on the couch, her hands clutched tightly together. Finally, Adrian ended the call and lowered the phone, exhaling heavily. His gaze swept over all of us before settling on Morgana. “That was Julian from the Arcane Network,” he said, his tone steady but laced with urgency. “They’ve found Lennon.” The room erupted into a cacophony of gasps and murmurs. Lila’s hand flew to her mouth, tears springing to her eyes, while Morgana visibly trembled, her hands gripping the armrest of the couch.

he murmurs, holding something wrapped in protective cloth. I blink at him. “You okay?” He shrugs. “Could ask you the same thing.” I manage a broken laugh. “Fair.” Lucien sits beside me and unfolds the cloth. Inside are old scrolls, the edges crumbling like dried leaves. “I found these in one of the sealed cabinets behind the ceremonial armor. They’re from our mother’s side. Look.” He points to an elegant signature on one of the scrolls. Mavilla of the Celestial Howl. My breath catches in my throat.

As she had noticed me trying to say the spell correctly. The woman's voice repeated the incantation, guiding me through its intricate nuances. Slowly, I began to mutter the words, their weight settling upon my tongue. " Vendrevious mgeheridous," With each utterance, the air around us crackled with energy, and my amulet began to glow with increasing intensity. As the final syllable left my lips, Rona's eyes widened in astonishment. My amulet radiated a blinding light, illuminating the room and revealing an image suspended within the glow. It was Rurac, his eyes filled with determination, poring over a massive book that looked quite old and dusty.

"Noble effort, but it's futile. If you're not quick enough, the Veil will make your choice for you." Jax stepped forward, his voice firm yet taut with tension. "What if we fight you? Destroy you?" Malrik laughed, but it was a low, chilling sound. “You cannot destroy the Veil. I am but its servant. Strike me down, and its hunger remains.” Morgana's gaze flitted to the orb Alec had touched earlier, still pulsing softly in the distance. The wheels in her head turned as she combined parts of the ancient manuscripts she had studied. "Wait," she said abruptly, drawing everyone's attention. "Maybe it's possible."

Faded murals painted on the walls, depicting wolves in battle, a woman cloaked in silver flames, and a throne made of moonlight. Her gaze snagged on the altar. It was cracked and ancient, but something inside it shimmered. A pulse like a heartbeat. Drawn forward, Aria placed the parchment on it. The map glowed. Then, from beneath the stone, a compartment clicked open. Inside was a necklace. A thin silver chain with a pendant another crescent moon, this one embedded with a single drop of blue crystal. She touched it. A surge of energy ripped through her chest. Visions slammed into her mind. Fire. Wolves. A woman screaming her name. A crown of silver. A wolf with eyes like hers falling into da

Its doors hung open, but only darkness spilled from within. --- The Temple’s Secret Inside, the group lit torches and descended the spiraling stone staircase. The walls were lined with faded murals—some depicting wolves, others star charts and celestial symbols Aria had only ever seen in ancient texts. But one mural near the bottom stopped her cold. It was a painting of a woman. Hair of fire. Marked wrists. A pendant at her throat is identical to the one Aria wore. “She looks like you,” Brinn whispered. Aria reached out and touched the stone. The mural shimmered briefly—then the floor beneath them groaned.