Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”

I had no idea what would happen when they saw me. Jacob had come to the rescue with his men, and I was glad that he had my back. I hid behind him as the door creaked open and Alpha Damien, the leader of the pack, stepped out. He was followed by his son Caesar and Scott, the one who had enslaved me.

Emilia and Ryder shielded their eyes, squinting against the brilliance as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Arachne, the ancient guardian of Ravenwood, her form shrouded in robes of midnight black. Her eyes gleamed with a wisdom as old as time itself, her presence commanding respect and reverence. "You have come far, brave warriors," she intoned, her voice echoing through the valley like a sacred incantation. "But your journey is not yet complete." Emilia and Ryder listened intently as Arachne revealed the true purpose of their quest—to unlock the secrets of the ancient prophecy that foretold the fate of Ravenwood and its inhabitants.

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

"As was the Six Arcane Realms' wish, he was born from Forging Flames. His arrival was predestined. Look at the offerings they gave us. The world will soon be ours." "Ain't that the truth. The arcane practitioners dug their own graves and committed cardinal sins when they used unscrupulous means to achieve ascension. But that's also how an opportunity fell into our laps. So, we have to grasp it!" The evil beings muttered in the dead's tongue. Ordinary people couldn't have heard it, let alone the arcane practitioners who had flown far away. Plagued by her concerns, Aria soared on her sword for about 15 minutes when she suddenly burst out of the clouds, and everything instantly turned bright an

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

I joined his side, “The Muses probably saw how devoted your family was to their music that they decided to grant you a position among them.” He blinked and hurried back over to the shelf, “Wait. That logic could apply to you as well.” “Meaning?” I sat on the window seat. He pulled out another thick book and brought it over to me, “Ser Struan probably saw something in you or your music and found you worthy of him.” “But I get sick every time I play perfectly,” I shook my head. He set the book in my lap, “Yes and you also can’t hear the notes you play, Ser Struan is the Muse of Soundless Harmony, remember? Perhaps he felt your illness and decided to release you of your pain.”

In sync. Lucien arrived with scrolls tucked under his arm, his expression unreadable. “There’s no record of a lullaby ritual,” he said. “Not in any Grove.” Luna smiled. “Then we write one.” Kaelion stepped forward, blade sheathed, mark dim. “Then we protect it.” Aria placed her pendant at the altar. “Then we carry it.” The flame surged. The runes flared. And the Grove whispered. She is Grove. She is bond. She is mother. She is melody.