Portia Arcana Novels & Stories

With each breath he took, Arcaniss carried the weight of her past and the promise of her future, a living testament to the enduring power of the heart and the magic that binds us all. I have no idea who this Isolde is but she does sound like a witch. And she sounds immortal. Can she be the witch that got the rogues in the territory. If I get my hands on her, she would have wished to die. Let’s see what the other piece of paper is saying. How Arcaniss came to be

The way her blue eyes glowed in the night like whisps. "Are you the lady of the hour?" she asked. "S-sorry," Lowena blushed in embarrassment from how she was gawking at the woman, "I'm Lowena." "Ahh, so this celebration is for you. The Hybrid," she clarified. "Yes," Lowena sighed. She was unaware everyone knew more about her than she did, "I'm sorry I never got your name." "I'm Arcana," she introduced, taking Lowena's hand and helping her.

"Lady Fairchild, am I correct? Anyway, why do you want to be in the same class as Ignis?" "Yes, Mariana Fairchild. As for your other question... um." Mariana scratched her temple. "I don't think Ignis would like it if everyone else heard about what he knew." 'Thanks... Now they would have no idea about it.' Ignis was annoyed. He regretted he accepted the two-faced woman's request to study in Arcanus. All he wanted to do was follow the Lady of Sickle's wishes. That was why he went to Arcanus in the first place. However, Oceana, or whom Ignis called the Two-faced Woman persuaded him to attend the next term, saying he would be in danger once everyone learned about his existence.

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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.

One of the guards spoke in a clear voice and Zion stepped forward. “Lady Mia, daughter of Zander and Melony Arcadius, Alpha and Luna of the sapphire moon pack and the superiors of house Arcadius, escorted by her brother Alpha Zion Arcadius,” Zion spoke in a clear voice and the guards bowed before us before they let their swords down and without hesitation, they opened the doors to the palace for Zion and me.

It claims. Witch Isla raises her voice one final time. “Before gods and beasts and those who walk between—let it be known: Alexander and Nova are Co-Alphas of the Arcane-Oracle Pack. From two bloodlines, one.” The ground trembles slightly. Wolves howl. Witches cheer. Magic ignites the clearing, sparks rising like fireflies pulsing in gold, blue, and green. And then the celebration begins.

It was the reason Barnabas claimed he had to leave. “You don’t scare me,” Portia said. There was a low, dark chuckle. “You can’t say a word about my secrets when I have so much on you.” “What could you possibly have?” Margot’s voice trembled. She was trying to sound tough, but the fear was leaking through. “I have pictures,” Portia whispered. I could almost hear her smirking through the line. “Unflattering doesn't even begin to describe them. They’d be quite the scandal for a woman of your position.”

She looks at me from the corner of her eye. “I might not be at my peak Diana but one measly dark witch is nothing.” she says lightly. The confidence in her voice stuns me. For a second, I see not the gentle, grandmotherly woman who’s cared for me these past months—but the Primarch Arcana herself. The most powerful Light Witch in history. The witch who fought alongside the ancient alphas against the Dark Mage and lived to tell the tale. My mouth goes dry. Dominicus lets out a low grunt, but he doesn’t interrupt.

"I apologize that the Alpha is currently occupied with pack matters; he was pulled away just before your arrival. You shall have to find my company sufficient for now. I am Arcelythe Vladimir Hyde, wife of Alpha Ynovar and Luna of the Veylor Pack. It is an honor to receive you, Herse Gavira and Gavriel Soltharic." I was struck by her poise, feeling suddenly like a travel-worn wanderer in the presence of royalty. I managed a stiff, respectful nod, trying to find my voice. "The honor is ours, Luna Arcelythe." "Oh, please, let us dispense with such formalities. You may call me Arce," she said with a light flick of her hand. She turned with a fluid, sweeping motion, her gown whispering against t