Portia Arcana Novels & Stories

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.

“Salome is just here to help. That’s it.” Portia wasn't listening. She started to gasp for air, her shoulders shaking as she began to sob. She looked completely unhinged. I looked at Clementine, and I saw the same thought reflected in her eyes. Despite the fact that Portia had just tried to hit me with a car, I felt a tiny spark of pity for her. She wasn't well. She was drowning in her own paranoia. “You promised!” Portia shrieked, backing away from Barnabas’s touch. “You said you only loved me. Why am I finding you here with her?”

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.

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

Arc wondered if his less-grumpy face, as Bill had gruffly pointed out, had earned him this unusual duty. As he scrubbed the pigs' bristly coats, Arc's mind wandered to Chelsea. Their encounter still lingered, a warm glow in his chest. The pigs remained indifferent, oblivious to the impending bath or the new face before them. As Arc reached for the hose, a flash of yellow hair caught his peripheral vision. He turned to find a girl, her bright locks a stark contrast to the rustic surroundings, standing transfixed by the swine. For a moment, Arc thought she was staring at him, but her gaze was fixed on the pigs, her expression a picture of enchantment.

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays. —

the shop assistant said, handing her a small slip. ​ “Um, could I have a moment to check some information first?” she asked shyly, as she wasn’t entirely sure about the exact lettering she wanted to use. ​ “Of course. You can take a seat over there while you wait.” ​ “Thank you.” ​ Portia sat down and opened her phone to search the internet. It took her quite a while to understand the details and choose the right characters. Finally, she wrote them down and handed the paper back. ​