The Arcana Muriel Novels & Stories

“I’m choosing not to follow it.” I looked at the letter. At her. She smiled — and it was nothing like Vivian’s smile, nothing managed or precise or deployed toward a purpose. Just a woman, silver-haired and enormous with power, standing at a border at midnight having made a decision. “Hello, Aria,” she said. “My name is Morgana. I’m Vivian’s older sister.” The smile stayed. “And I’m here to help you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I've got a bad feeling about that boss after all. ***************** Kirou's bad feeling was confirmed when both elf women entered the cloud. Inside, they saw two murlocs. One was strapped to a table with its chest open and a large gem hovering over the open wound. As for the other, that was Murloc Archmage Anderson standing over the table chanting an incantation. Both women took the chance to look at the stats of the boss monster in front of them but what they saw frightened them. Monster: Murloc Archmage Anderson (Boss)

Alpha Dante's Point Of View: As I stepped out of the bathroom, my gaze fell upon Aurelia, who was engrossed in examining the photographs adorning the walls of my room. A sense of pride swelled within me as I approached her from behind, gently wrapping my arm around her waist. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her delicate ear, my voice filled with confidence, "You know, Aurelia, I happen to be quite the artist myself."

I am very sure he would take me away from these monsters, give me a better life and help me heal from this torturous thing called “mute” And fortunately, the mating ceremony was taking place in the Golden Arc Pack today. I would finally get my mate and leave this place. I couldn't wait. I quickly took my bath and flipped through my stack of worn out clothes. I picked the manageable one and smiled as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Olivia, you're going to find your mate today. Your life is about to change for the better, so smile for it will be over soon.” I mentally encouraged myself and exhaled.

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

“You’re rehearsal.” Aria joined him in the archives, her pendant glowing. “The ward stones are humming again,” she said. “Not in resistance. In recognition.” Lucien frowned. “Then the mimic has heard the scroll’s breath.” Aria placed her hand on the pedestal. “Then we seal the rhythm.”

“True balance requires sacrifice, trust, and the willingness to stand together even when the path ahead seems impossible.” A heavy silence followed. Ryan sensed the subtle shift in Aria’s emotions through their bond. It was not panic or raw anger this time, but a deep, uncomfortable recognition. The mountain continued to reveal fragments of her own destiny through the lives of those long dead. Each vision seemed to draw her closer to an identity she was not yet ready to fully embrace, and Ryan was beginning to understand why that terrified her so deeply. Without warning, the gate pulsed with faint light. The countless symbols carved across its surface began to illuminate one after another, g

Its doors hung open, but only darkness spilled from within. --- The Temple’s Secret Inside, the group lit torches and descended the spiraling stone staircase. The walls were lined with faded murals—some depicting wolves, others star charts and celestial symbols Aria had only ever seen in ancient texts. But one mural near the bottom stopped her cold. It was a painting of a woman. Hair of fire. Marked wrists. A pendant at her throat is identical to the one Aria wore. “She looks like you,” Brinn whispered. Aria reached out and touched the stone. The mural shimmered briefly—then the floor beneath them groaned.

Faded murals painted on the walls, depicting wolves in battle, a woman cloaked in silver flames, and a throne made of moonlight. Her gaze snagged on the altar. It was cracked and ancient, but something inside it shimmered. A pulse like a heartbeat. Drawn forward, Aria placed the parchment on it. The map glowed. Then, from beneath the stone, a compartment clicked open. Inside was a necklace. A thin silver chain with a pendant another crescent moon, this one embedded with a single drop of blue crystal. She touched it. A surge of energy ripped through her chest. Visions slammed into her mind. Fire. Wolves. A woman screaming her name. A crown of silver. A wolf with eyes like hers falling into da

However, the next day I couldn't be happy for Dad as I was for him last night. Arcane Miller came to talk to me for the first time. She has always been in my head. Her pale skin, those dark hair and the bangs which cover her forehead, her thin lips, everything about this girl is beautiful. Furthermore, she keeps me on edge. She is not like those girls who go around flaunting their bodies. Instead, she keeps everything hidden in those jeans and hoodie. Those baggy clothes make me even more curious about what she is hiding underneath them. Just from seeing her face, I can tell that she is gorgeous. Whatever she is hiding, it is worth hiding.