Sarah Fortune Arcane Novels & Stories

She reached over his heavy shoulder and picked up her gold plated, encrypted terminal from the nightstand. "Darius Thorne is dead, but the phantom wealth he used to buy our board of directors is still floating in escrow," Zara murmured smoothly, the weaponized, freezing zero of her intellect entirely returning. "The Archangel thinks his money is untraceable. He thinks he is a ghost. But I just downloaded his entire personal extortion vault." Lucian shifted his weight, pulling her perfectly against his side so she could rest her head on his chest while she worked. He completely anchored her, his large hand resting flat and heavy over her lower stomach as her fingers began to fly across the gl

He too was equally surprised, for lack of a better word. “I cannot see clearly. I am sorry.” The woman said, seeming gloomy. “Fortune magic is usually under the Lady Salina's realm, and with her still missing, my powers are limited, but they are true fortunes. I am unsure if these events are connected to one big one, or are several different ones...” “You,” Fenryn began, trying not to sound as shocked as he truly was, “you're a Celestial.”

She held the ancient spellbook tight to her chest, its pages glowing faintly alive. He didn’t turn to face her. “Where were you?” “Surviving,” she said simply. “And gathering this.” She opened the tome. Inside were sigils binding spells, blood markings, ancestral protections. The priestess’s original magic. Not dark, not corrupted, just… ancient. John’s jaw clenched. “Too late.” She looked around at the destroyed altar. “Sarah… she gave herself?” He didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. Saraphina’s eyes dropped. “Then the Hollow’s debt is paid… but it’s still hungry.”

"But the baby, Dad. Julian is a Thorne. He has assets. We just need a bridge loan until the merger..." "There is no merger!" Arthur roared, slamming his glass onto the desk. The liquid splashed onto a stack of legal papers. "Are you pretending to be oblivious to the fact that I put everything into this deal, Sarah. My reputation, my liquidity, the Vance legacy. I did it because you told me Julian was the key to the Blackwood fortune. You told me Elena was a nobody." "She is a nobody!" Sarah shrieked, her eyes wide. "She’s a charity case! She’s an orphan! I made sure to do my findings, her family doesn't even want her and that was why she was sent here!"

"A supernatural financial crisis." "A supernatural apocalypse. Every debt called in simultaneously. Every obligation enforced at once. The chaos would be... unimaginable." Thomas's voice dropped. "Arcadia was his preparation for that day. Resources, hidden from every faction, protected by wards even the Ouroboros couldn't break. Enough to rebuild after the collapse." Jack felt cold. "How much is in that account now?" "With the forty-seven million your grandmother set aside, plus compound interest over thirty years..." Thomas calculated. "Approximately three hundred billion dollars in supernatural currency. Plus artifacts, relics, and knowledge that can't be quantified in monetary terms."

He loved his parents deeply and appreciate the simple joys of life they had given him. One day, as he was helping his father with some repairs around the house, a mysterious woman approached them. She was draped in colorful scarves and wore a collection of intriguing jewelry. Her name was Madam Seraphina, a fortune teller known for her mystical abilities. Curiosity piqued, Sarah and David welcomed Madam Seraphina into their home. She took one look at Ethan and gasped, her eyes widening with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Your son," she began, her voice trembling with conviction, "he carries with him a unique aura, a connection to a past life."

“Worth it.” My phone rang. Not Clara. Not Jason. Not Margaret or Julian or my father or anyone connected to this week. A number I didn’t recognise. International prefix. Different country code from Eleanor’s Portugal number. I answered it. Silence for a second. Then a voice. Male. Older. Calm in the specific way of someone who had spent a lifetime being calm in situations that would have unmade most people. “Ms. Miller,” he said. “My name is Robert Vane. I was the primary client’s legal counsel for fifteen years.” A pause. “I’m calling because my former client has asked me to deliver a message.” Another pause, longer this time. “He says the network is only half the story. He says you found t

Sarah ended the call, leaving the Matriarch sputtering into the receiver. Back at his office, Arthur stared at his phone, his face a mask of agitation. He couldn't understand her. Why was she so stubborn? Why was she willing to lose everything—the houses, the status, the fortune—just for a three-year-old girl? Sarah has offered Arthur a "clean" exit: his money and his reputation back, in exchange for her daughter. But to Arthur, Maddy is a Vance—a piece of his legacy. At the same time, Chloe is about to find Sarah on that sidewalk. Will Chloe agree that Sarah should give up the money, or will she see that Arthur is never going to let them go that easily?

Holding Soulbinding Spires with one hand, her eyes flashed a red hue that no one else could see. Bad karma and fortune typically came hand in hand. With fortune as her key, she could unlock every door in creation. "Open the manifestation for me!" Aria suddenly cried out, her voice as cold as ice. That was all she said. She stood where she was, her expression aloof and indifferent. The mole at the corner of her eye lent her beauty a sharp edge. It was as if she were dealing with a random manifestation instead of Soulbinding Spires. The arcane practitioners around her were stunned by her hubris. This was Soulbinding Spires they were talking about here. Her command held no authority over it.