Tripping Arcadia Novels & Stories

Everything I had learned from him came in handy now, and the road felt smooth beneath my hands, giving me a thrill of independence I hadn’t felt before. The Triplets, still recovering from my little stunt, began murmuring and laughing in turns, the air charged with teasing energy. It was ridiculous, fun, and just the way mornings with them should be, a perfect mix of chaos and laughter. “Okay, maybe I’m not dying today,” Lucien said, letting out an awkward chuckle halfway to school, his usual confidence shaken but slowly returning. I chuckled. “I’m a good driver,” I said, a teasing edge in my tone.

I softly murmur, getting a loud squeal from my granddaughter as she babbles something in her baby language, getting similar response from her brother. “Go on, grandpas. Grandmamma is going to take a nap while she can.” Thea chuckles, kissing both Stephanie and Adrian on their heads, me on my cheek and Leo on his lips, before walking away to the hammock, where she lies down, groaning loudly in exhaustion. “Don’t wake me up! If Adrian gets hungry, just give him my hand.” She calls out, making both me and Leo laugh. “Oh, Angel.” Leo shakes his head incredulously then we both climb down the stairs into the lake, letting the kids play. “You heard that? Just give him her hand.” He laughs.

“…I am emotionally unqualified for what is about to happen. Chaos is imminent. My nerves are tingling.” Lucian and I exchanged a quiet smile, sipping our coffee. “Are we ever prepared for these days?” I whispered. “Not really,” Lucian said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “But that’s the fun part.” Adrian and his wife joined us, laughing softly at the children’s antics. “So far, no one’s fallen in yet,” Adrian said, shaking his head. “That’s a miracle.” “Speak too soon,” I muttered, just as a bright glow erupted near the water. One of the magical sparks Aria had been tracking darted toward the dock, tripping over Arian’s carefully arranged experiment. Papers, small gadgets, and a few encha

Clarissa shook her head, “Someone has to watch out for my dignity.” Arcadia laughed. She stood next to Clarissa and whispered. “I love when Stefan has a new quest. He gets so excited! He just tosses out his coin. Doesn’t even ask for the change at the end.” Clarissa had a look of confusion on her face as she turned toward Arcadia. “You mean he handed out his coin to us because he is excited about this trip?” Arcadia looked shocked at Clarissa’s sharp tone. “It’s not like he’s excited about your parents dying. That's not what I meant!”

He was beginning to feel that Czar didn't see Mace in the same light that he used to when he was still on the throne. Arcadia locks herself in her room, she sinks to the ground in tears, hugging knees and crying at the loss of her people. she felt even worse when she had to hit Mace several times with the whip but she had no idea that she had done something wrong and he was not at fault. Or she thought that he was at fault.

Then a force sent me crashing to the ground as a kick slammed into my back. I struggled to crawl my way out, but a tall figure came before me, blocking my path, I couldn't see her face, but she seemed like one of the mistresses. Then came Jada beside her, leaning slowly as she pressed her fingers against my cheeks, pulling them up so that I looked at her even though her face was a blur to me. My consciousness was gradually slipping away. I could only hear voices now, chilling and satisfied. "Dean Carol will be delighted to meet you," Jada said in a terrifyingly calm voice and rose to her feet. Her next words scared me to my bones. "Get her ready. We are going to Arcana Hills."

Every time either of them moves, the smell of them fills the small space; Jon's earthy musk, Arc's clean spice, and it sends heat flooding in my stomach. We should be going home. But I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight. "Let’s go to my place," Arc had suggested as we left school. His voice was low but firm. "It’s closer. Quieter." Jon had hesitated, eyes flicking to me. I nodded without thinking. I need quiet. But I also need them. Now, as we pull into the long, winding driveway that leads to Arc's house, my breath catches. The place is massive. Gothic. Like it belongs in a vampire novel, with ivy crawling up the dark stone and black wrought-iron gates that creak open as we pull through.

It took less than ten minutes to send all ten straight to the ground and groaning in pain. The three women who had been hoping to see Adelia dealt with, slowly turned and tried to run away. Amelia saw this and she sent her thread after their legs. The thread caught hold of their legs and it yanked them back causing them to trip and fall on their faces. However when they looked back they didn't see the thing that made them trip. They had no idea why they had suddenly fallen and it was puzzling as it felt like something made them trip. Adrian picked the leader up and made him look at him. “Adelia is my woman and if I ever see you around this place again, I’ll kill you,” he threatened and his e