Sevika Arcane Novelas e Histórias

His fists opened and he had a deep breath. “Her name is Selena. Selena Dark. She is a professor in Viviana’s school. The day I first saw her, I had bad vibes. She is a pretty woman. Very pretty, but dangerous. Dominating. I don’t know what, but something is not right about her.” Alaric turned and I held his hands.

“You know her?” Seraphina’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, your Alpha didn’t tell you about me? How rude.” Kade snarled. “She’s a witch. Don’t trust anything she says.” “I’m not just a witch,” Seraphina corrected, her gaze drifting to Aria. “I’m a seer. I see what will be. And you, my dear, are at the center of it all.” Aria’s voice was tight. “What do you mean?”

Seun said pointing at Vicoliz who laid unconscious on the bed with May's head on his arm while Spark just sat down cross-legged observing. The Old seer walked slowly with the aid of a walking stick towards Vicoliz. He took his palms and wrapped his own palms on his and closed his eyes for about 5 seconds. "He encountered the angel of death and not only encountered her but also bonded with her" The old Seer began as he slowly unwrapped his palms and walked towards the chair and sat down. "But He never met any sort of angel" Spark replied with a confused facial expression. "Her name is Sarraphina. Those that ring a bell?".......

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

“Binding Chaos, freeing Echo—you’ve woven a delicate thread. But the tapestry is mine.” Jessica’s spark flared, weak but defiant. “Who are you? What do you want?” The woman lowered her hood, revealing a face that was both ageless and ancient, her eyes twin pools of crimson light. Her features were sharp, almost predatory, but there was a flicker of something familiar—a shadow of her mother’s gentleness, twisted into something cruel. “I am Arachne,” she said. “The True Weaver. Your father sought to control the nexus, but he was a child playing with fire. I am the flame.”

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Before me, there was a war. And in my chest, a fire that had finally learned its name. I am Aria Blackwell. Daughter of storm and shadow. Matriarch of blue fire. Anima Gemina. The only access to the queen. I’m finally coming back to the place I call home and the place that really feels like home

It sounded do off to him but Octavia had noticed that her daughter was not the same anymore, she nods her head slowly, "could that be why she is defending Mace with her life?" "I believe so, she does not even know she is under a spell but it feels like true love. I am weak and it would take me time to break the spell, I would need the assistance of the sage." She sits up from her bed, she was still wrapped with bandages, Arcadia didn't complete the Reiki process so it still left her with scars and wounds,

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

she whispered. Liora already knew. “Mine.” Sera’s jaw clenched. “Then I go with you.” “You can’t. The Vault is balance incarnate, it only opens for those born at the axis.” That night, Liora prepared, Not with armor. But with memory, She braided a thread from Aria’s robe into her hair, Tied a crescent ring of Auren’s around her neck, And placed Sera’s blood-sigil over her heart, Then she walked into the dark Alone.