The Arcana Asra Novels & Stories

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

“What are you talking about-?” What the!-- My head suddenly rang and it’s extremely painful. I suddenly fell off the whole place and became unconscious. The next thing I knew I was already at home with my memories of being the “Guardian of souls” had returned. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

There’ll be no escaping me now. She’s not the only one with magic in the Asara pack. That was why they called me Magus. I was able to create magic from the ancient spells kept in the sacred book my pack had given me. And this year I found a spell just for Zyra. A succubus spell. And tomorrow was the Mating Moon. I was ready for her. It made me ache in my pants just thinking about mounting her. I watched her with undisguised lust. Sometimes as she leaned over the fire, I could see the edge of a dark nipple creeping from her garments.

I questioned her with confused look on my face “Something that will help you in your journey…" Asaia replied and I kept staring at her with bewildered face Asaia was a Soothsayer; they are blessed with ability to see anyone past, present and future…. Knowing that I quietly took Potli bag from her hand and stuffed it in my hand bag, it was now near to midnight… sky was full of bright twinkling star and no moon… “Let’s go..” Draco said in his deep commanding tone and I took one last glance at King Sargon, Tara and Albert and left with him…

themselves. Asra was a complete retard who had dropped everything to become Callisto’s concubine. Were his deeds so ignored that not even in the main work were they cited and his title of duchess? Mere formality. Nothing but pure and simple formality, a formality that I wondered if it had not been suggested by Azrael, ah, of course, there was still that little traitor. 'It’s not my problem,' I thought as I looked over my shoulder at Callisto’s palace.

Kairos intoned, his voice a harmonic resonance, "the choices you make here will ripple through the threads of fate. Embrace the paradox, for within its heart, you may discover the keys to unlock cosmic truths." Aria, guided by Lumina and accompanied by the enigmatic Kairos, pressed on, drawn toward the heart of the celestial paradox. As the astral landscapes shifted and folded, she knew that the journey had just begun, and the revelations waiting within the cosmic paradox would challenge her understanding of reality itself. In the ever-shifting astral realm, Aria's senses tingled with anticipation as Lumina and Kairos led her deeper into the cosmic labyrinth. The pulsating energies seemed to

Asura whispered in the general's ear that smelled fishy and rotten. The undead general immediately swung his sword and stabbed Arya Santanu in the stomach. Unfortunately, what he stabbed was a shadow or duplicate of himself made of fire. Slowly the shadow burned and literally flew into ashes. "Have you finished the meeting?" Dewi Sari Kencana turned to Arya Santanu who had just appeared beside her. "Of course. Asura is also ready to burn them all." Arya Santanu's demonic hand flared up violently. Red flames enveloped the hand.

A small trickle of blood came from her nose and her skin was as pale as the silver of her dress. Brother? What the fuck is this guy talking about? ‘Listen.’ Arcas spoke ‘I think you need to hear this. He is not lying.’ “Fine.” I agreed reluctantly. “You see, son, the night you were conceived, I had been with a witch. A beautiful woman, the palest shade of blond I have ever seen and the most beautiful violet eyes, a whore of a woman, but still the most beautiful creature I have seen” he said, winking at me. “There was only one other that was more beautiful. With her raven hair and dark eyes.” I saw a twinkle in his eye as he reminisced over the two women.

Aria's POV By the time dawn began to thin the darkness outside my windows, my eyes felt like sandpaper. The laptop screen before me glowed dully on the dining table, several search tabs open. Academic archives, forbidden forums, half-dead occult blogs, even old coven registries that hadn't been updated in ages. I had chased every lead I could find, but I found nothing leading to the Ashkara Circle. Every reference outside the strange website Maya had managed to stumble on only lopped back on itself.

There is no more denial I am the Amory, but I am in no shape to train for a war. “I wish I could tell you the pain is fleeting, but this has never happened before. However, we have the best facilities, and we will check you over to see if we can lesson your discomfort. Like your father said, I am a creature from Yggdrasil too, but I have been in this form for a long time. You and your friends will transition over time, however for you, the transition is immediate because the last Amory is dead, but your friends will slowly transition to the four horsemen and your royal guard. Arcas’s true form is a dragon. You will be able to shift into that form only when he is in control. You have a connec