Throne Of Magical Arcana Novels & Stories

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

A third throne. It rose slowly from the floor, built from the same ancient stone but different. One side glowed with pure silver light, bright and steady like moonlight on snow. The other side swirled with deep shadow, dark and alive, shifting like smoke caught in the wind. The two powers met in the middle, blending without fighting. Silver and shadow, balanced together. Lyra’s breath caught. She helped Rowan closer until they stood right in front of it. The throne felt alive. It called to something deep inside her blood.

Aiden whispered, his voice suddenly sounding older, layered with a strange, echoey resonance. Nyx exchanged a sharp, worried look with Kael. "The thrones. The vision he had." Before Kael could answer, the heavy oak doors of the pantry burst open. Morwen and King Aldric stood there, winded from sprinting down from the subterranean library. "We need the boy," Morwen said breathlessly, her face pale. "The stone tablet in the archive just shattered. The First Throne has broken through the surface at the edge of the dead zone, and it's calling directly to his magic."

He could only force himself to remember every word from the true arcana now so that he could take his time to go through it later. However, the internal alchemy that the great Genbu had poured into the Furnace of Forbidden Spells was a real treasure. The true arcana was a million times stronger than Alex’s comprehension. “Juvia, the universe isn’t something you can get just because you want it!” “The Path of God is always on our side! “Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, the dark of the sun and moon, Great Icebound Curse!”

It was something her father decided to share, making it look like it was the only way to send secret letters with magic. Depending on the family, the magic they had was different. There was Arcane magic, enchantment magic, summoning magic, holy magic, world magic, demonic magic, and pure magic. While the royal family and the Kristen family used Arcane magic, the Adamantine family used enchantment magic. The church used holy magic, gods used world magic, magical beings used pure magic, and last she heard, the Empire of Illumine specialized in summoning magic and demonic magic.

"He didn't kill the no-fur. He freaked out, sure, but the connections... They're wrong! They made him... The magick... Ugh, you fucking twat! LOOK!" Spitfire used his unique aura-stealing magick to pull the Throne's awareness into his so he could show the entity what he was seeing. He only held the connection for a few seconds before releasing the Throne. Having that aura inside his head was like having his brain hit with static shocks, thousands of them at once.

she introduced, taking Lowena's hand and helping her. Lowena's eyes widened in shock, and she leaped to her feet as if a strong man had jerked her upright. "Nice to meet you," Lowena smiled, "You're powerful." "I am magic," she replied. "What do you mean?" Lowena questioned. Arcana dropped her head, inhaled sharply, and smiled before presenting a chalice to Lowena. There were two separate pictures of the tarot card that Lowena received on either side of the old chalice. It was heavy in her hands, cold, nearly chilling her to the bone. She glanced down at the clear liquid and took a sip. It was sickeningly sweet, so it made her mouth tighten in response. As she swallowed, it was as if an inci

The air around them was heavy with silence. Elior’s words still lingered, wrapping around his companions like an unshakable spell. The weight of the decision settled in his chest, solid and unmoving. He knew what had to be done, but the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty. Bram let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “Destroy the throne? That’s not exactly something you can just smash with a hammer.” Myrra’s golden eyes flickered with unease. “It was forged with ancient magic, a power tied to the Veil itself. If it’s an anchor, then breaking it might not just unseat kings, it could unravel everything.”

It was said that anyone who gazed into these waters would see their past laid bare—or the truth buried deepest within their heart, whether they wished to face it or not. In the distance, mountains of translucent stone rose majestically, their peaks crowned with eternal light. From their hearts flowed the Heart Radiance, the sacred force that sustained the kingdom and kept darkness forever at bay. At the very center of the realm stood the Golden Throne. Upon it lay a crown as though it had been waiting since the beginning of time for its rightful owner to come and claim it. Encircling the throne were beautiful maidens, each dressed in long white gowns that flowed to their feet like falling li

His eyes darken. "Love wasn't part of the plan." Marcus steps forward. "The plan was simple." He points at me. "Awaken the bloodline." Then at Kael. "Bind it to another powerful Alpha." His smile widens. "And produce an heir strong enough to open the ancient throne." My stomach drops. "The throne?" Selene whispers, "The Moon Throne." Marcus nods. "The throne your ancestors abandoned." I look at my mother’s necklace. The symbol glows faintly.