The Arcana Muriel Novels & Stories

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "You can't control how other people receive your energy. Anything you do or say gets filtered through the lens of whatever personal shit they are going through at the moment. Which is not about you. Just keep doing your thing with as much integrity and love as possible." .•●•. ⚘THE MERLIN EMPIRE ⚘ After the night of Ceremony, Arianna moved out of the castle. She explained what had happened to her in the parallel realm, how she met Demetrius' father, Clitus and Alison. And how she discovered that her unborn babies were in danger.

He sat on his seat and put his hand on his head while letting out a huge sigh. Ban: Are you fine. You seem like you're really exhausted. Murea: Don't worry. It's just that I have been overworking a bit lately. However.. yes. I think it's about time I give you all a proper answer. - - Murea: I was born an Avareza. However I was also the only child to have been born in the Familia that does not possess the now called Color of the Lost Familia. Back then we would call it Greed's Gift. I don't why it was called so. I was a bit different to say since everyone who met me would think that I was a demon who earned the title and not an actual pure blood. But even if I was not gifted with the color u

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

We lost one beta that day, while their pack lost their Alpha, and seven betas. That woman our Alpha fought for is Olive, my mentor, and our beloved pack healer. Her daughter Lilac married an Ironclaw and had two cubs, Winter and Clay. Winter found her mate several years ago and is pregnant with her first cub. Hollis and Leif are two others adopted into the pack after a rough start in life. This pack at least, finds a place for everyone. Well, everyone but a human like me it seems.

“Y-you…!” Ana grinned and let out a sigh, her appetite diminishing even further. “Well, allow me to introduce myself,” Ana said, extending her hand towards them and gently removing the mask that concealed her face. “I am Ana Mystica, and I’ve returned.” Mateo's and Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the figure standing before them. It was the person they believed to be long gone, the person they thought was dead. “N-no way… I-It can’t be…”

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

“Where the curse ends, the hollowing begins. Magic will fracture. The earth will unmoor. The bond will shimmer, then split. One will die. One will choose. And fire will remake the world— Or end it.” The scroll trembled in my hands. This wasn’t Morganna’s curse. This was before Morganna. This was the seed. And whoever wrote it had known I would come. Not by name, but by blood. By birth. By bond. I blinked, and for a second, the room wasn’t the room. It was flame. Screaming sky. Mountains of ash. A woman with golden eyes reaching for me with hands that dripped molten darkness. “Arielle of Flame,” she whispered, though no lips moved.

Arielle closed the curtains slowly, her palm lingering on the fabric as her lips curved into a grim, knowing smile. "You think I didn’t see you, Arnold… hiding in the dark like the coward you are.” She crossed the room to the small table where a folded cloth covered a faintly glowing stone. She brushed aside the cloth and gazed at the sacred relic. Its surface shimmered gently in her palms. Arielle stirred in silence at the same stone she had entrusted to Arnold in her past life… the mistake that had cost her everything. Her fingers brushed the glowing stone. “Not this time. The stone and the Book of Spells together can awaken the full power of my bloodline. I’ll find that book before you do

Before you stopped pretending this could be kept a secret. Lysera's blade was halfway out of its sheath before Selene could react. Give us your name. The woman gave a slight inclination of her head. Archivist Maelreth. From the Conclave of the Deep Index. Aurek's jaw tightened, his expression hardening. You keep track of anomalies. "I write down the inevitable," Maelreth said. Her gaze slid to Selene and paused. A spark of surprise flashed in her eyes. And you are…ahead of schedule.

"And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history." The silence was complete. Aurel's spoon stopped. She is here. Relief exploded in his chest — sharp, painful, unwelcome. He had spent months burying hope beneath runes and formulas. Had calculated odds, weighed costs, built contingency upon contingency. The operation had required nearly crippling resources. The scope of power involved had been unprecedented. And now — proof. The room erupted in fear and argument. "She's alive?" "A monster." "An omen." "A miracle."