The Arcana Muriel Novels & Stories

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

It became a demon of its own accord. *** Azalel once again slipped his way to the holy ground without being noticed. Eager as he was to see the Angel guarding the gates of Eden. He can’t risk himself being caught. For it will ruin his chances of getting close to his beloved Muriel. Through the garden gates. He saw Muriel talking to the small animals. He didn’t have his sword around. Muriel had the brightest smile that was not inferior to the sun. He didn’t feel down when thinking of it all the time.

“You do not watch performances, don’t you?” “I find it a waste of time. I would rather read a book in my place." After that conversation, Azrick and the brunette woman had a staring contest, only for the increasing tension to be cut by Jack serving tea to the sudden guest. “Here, Ms. Martinex, have some tea.” “Just call me Auria. I’m more used to that.” the brunette woman— bearing the name of Auria Martinez, took the cup and took a sip as she slid an envelope towards Azrick.

Something deep below the mountain. Something ancient. Asleep. But stirring. Wake up, the Void whispered. Not yet, Arielle answered. She pushed the presence away. The shadows receded. The lights flickered back on. Arielle stood there. She looked different. Taller? No. More present. Her skin glowed with a faint violet aura. The purple orb was gone. Digested. Sera licked Arielle's hand anxiously. Arielle patted the wolf's head. "I'm okay, girl."

ARIA The curse core wore Morgana's face and that was worse than any nightmare I could have imagined. She emerges from the darkness beautiful and terrible. Her skin glowed with stolen silver light. Her eyes held depths that went beyond death into something older and infinitely more cruel. "Did you really think killing my body would end me?" Her voice echoed through the mindscape like shattering glass. "I am smarter than that little servant girl." Kael stepped in front of me instinctively. "You died. We destroyed you completely."

But he knew Landon had never been the merciful type. Besides his arm, his entire left side had already turned to black goo. Just when he thought he was toast, a calm voice floated down from upstairs. "Landon, don't kill him. I still need to ask him some questions." Jarold recognized it—that was Aria, the female arcane seeker with the Soul-Summoning Plaque. He couldn't wrap his head around what these two had going on. But the next thing he knew, all the nightmare fuel in front of him just disappeared. He could finally breathe again.