The Arcana Muriel Novels & Stories

"The wolfless girl." "She's twenty but she still has not shifted." "How can she be the fated mate of an Alpha?" The happiness vanished completely from Alpha Victor's face. Luna Evelyn looked stunned. Kael's expression hardened. "What do you mean?" Selene crossed her arms. "I mean exactly what I said." She smiled cruelly. "Aria doesn't have a wolf." The crowd grew louder. I wanted to disappear. I hated this. I hated all of it. Kael turned toward me. His eyes searched my face. He was looking for answers. Unfortunately, there wasn't any. I lowered my gaze. The silence was my answer.

“It’s not exactly something you lead a conversation with. Hi, my name is Aaron Tilbrook, I’m a physio therapist, and a warlock.” The interior of the shop had been thoroughly modernized, the furniture, walls and trims all painted in distressed white. A strip of glass-fronted cupboards lined the wall behind the counter, where a glass bain-marie displayed cakes with names like “Forget Me Not Teacake,” “Sour as Revenge Lemon Curd” and “True Love’s Chocolate Brownies.” “Bianca and Aaron, how lovely to see you both,” the woman behind the counter’s dark hair frothed around her stunningly beautiful face. “And this would be Morgana Ivy, finally come to see us. I had begun to wonder if it would happen

I need to find a cure , I need to find a way to break this curse she casted in me , this spell “Damn it “I yelled breaking the vase . ugh I wish it was her and I also wish it wasn’t her . Fuck I’m fucked .... what the duck is actually wrong with me . I’m just going to go to bed and relax my mind cause I can’t keep thinking about my arch enemy, the animals I detest the most__Muriel .... I took a shower and laid on my bed thinking of ways to get her out of my head . HEEDAH POV After my outburst with Muriel or rather after her outburst with me , I left her room . I went to my room to cool my head down cause I was so confused as to why Muriel was suddenly giving me a strange attitude...

Meanwhile, Mariana, who already finished answering, was all quiet in her seat. Mariana felt a tinge in her chest. Confused if what she did was right. Then she happened to witness her own quill, and suddenly she was already grinning ear to ear. 'Arcanus is so cool!' Mariana thought, keeping herself from squealing as she examined the poor quill. ***

His hot breath penetrated my skin. Muriel lived all her life as an orphan, a mistreated Omega, hated by the pack Alpha’s only son. Lucian. Her only hope of escaping from her miserable life was by finding her mate when she turns eighteen, hoping he will come from another pack. What happens when Muriel gets the worst punishment ever on the night of her eighteenth birthday? What happens when her unfortunate situation brings her into the hands of a demon? What becomes of her when she discovers her mate was no other than Lucian? And what happens when she gets willfully marked by the demon after rejecting Lucian? Who will she end up with when both men are willing to give up their life to keep her?

said Aislin. “Why did they kidnap you, Muriel?” I asked. Muriel smiled thinly at me. “It’s my unicorn horn, I’m afraid. It’s the key component in the Lycan ritual that Lothair is trying to perform.” My eyes widened as the puzzle pieces clicked together. “Oh.” Wouldn’t that mean they’d have to… kill Muriel? Fear bolted across my face. “Catrina talked about having connections in dragon clans,” said Gavin. “It’s still possible to mark another shifter without them being your fated mate, if Catrina were to become Lycan.”

“Sounds awful.” “It was effective,” he said simply. Nyra nodded. “Classic soul-mirroring technique. Rooted in the same logic as the Confession Basin near Aemrys. Structural Arcana: Reflection and Reversal, Volume 1, page 93.” Thalia leaned toward me. “Does she ever not have a reference?” “I’m starting to suspect no,” I whispered. “I heard that,” Nyra said calmly, turning the page. Despite myself, I smiled. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

“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…” “A-Ana…”

Muriel stood over a small stone plate, grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. “Thank you, dear. It’s been a while, Princess,” she called to Celeste, who bowed. Muriel was Sorgale’s grand healer—her old age and wisdom had overseen three kings. “It has been a while, Lady Muriel.” Celeste calls with a polite snake towards Muriel who chuckles. “Lady? Hah! My old bones are already too fragile. I’m too old to be called ‘lady,’ child—though my granddaughter would be happy to hear it and tease me,” she muttered, patting Celeste’s cheek. The gesture surprised Anora.

Muriel said, looking attentively to what was about to transpire. "All of you might be afraid of him but I am not!" Sir Bernard shouted, tips of saliva jumping out of his mouth. For a reason unknown, Amethyst began feeling small. Her hands clenched into a fist, her system was growing frigid at a thought that was barking inside of her head. "Something has to be done! I have to unleash it!" She groaned silently as her eyes brightened up with rage. There was an intense tightening in her chest, her hands were shuddering. She began gasping for breath, her mouth going hard.