The Arcana Muriel Novels & Stories

Even though Lady Mica told her before that she did not mention the existence of the Arcana to the king, she came to believe her words now that she had heard them directly from the king. “Since I am already your queen, I think it is not so good to keep secrets from you,” she stated. “As you already know, the prime minister’s wife left the capital all of a sudden because of an illness. But it is not for that reason at all. Aside from ingesting a slow-acting poison, her daughter, Emery, is not meant to become a noble lady but rather, a trained assassin. And this is where the Arcana comes in. They train women to become assassins but up until now, I do not know why but all I could come up with wa

“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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

"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."