Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

Anything. Suddenly Angel felt sorry for promising something that seemed like Gamma could use to take advantage of her. But it has already happened, after all, seeing that bandage on Gamma's hand made Angel feel very guilty. The right hand is a vital hand for a violinist. The hand is used to play the violin bow and is very important in creating sound. The right hand for a violinist is responsible for the quality of tone, rhythm, dynamics, articulation and timbre, but now Gamma is injured in his right hand. Rain said that the man had difficulty even moving his fingers.

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once The Hekate got to a certain point, other voices joined in and then more until finally my voice r

I gestured to where Dain’s family was, towards the very bottom where instead of vibrant shades painted across the sky, there were deep blues and violets of night. “Viotto represents air, but I’ve seen you use that magic darkness of yours more than anything else. It also doesn’t explain why the bottom of the map is painted as night, and the top as day.” Mom pointed out, cocking her eyebrow in a way that was identical to my own. Dain noticed the similarities between us, as he noticed just about everything, and chuckled lightly. “There are two arcane elements that aren’t spoken of, that a very select few within House Shaw and Viotto can possess.”

Violet POV. "He doesn't love me, he doesn't know me," I inform the voice, but we seem to not agree on that point. "He loved you from the moment you were administered to the facility," he says, who does he think he is. "Who are you?" I ask frustrated with the voice. "I'm Hayden, I'm the AI in charge of the whole building," the voice answer me, I remember we were introduced to each other before, when I was still in my little space, I remember things from then, but they are hazy.

Acelin cleared his throat drawing all of our attention to him. “I haven’t been formally introduced. I am Acelin Ventrel, future leader of the Ventrel coven. Araya speaks the truth. She is my love, and I would do anything to protect her and keep her safe, even if that includes giving my life. You have nothing to fear or worry about when it concerns me. You may know of my father, but I assure you, we do not hold the same beliefs.” His words only made my smile widen and heart flutter. This man… I don’t think I’d ever get tired of him.

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

Violet began to synthesize the words that Marys spoke and she looked at Marys and Aiyana who nodded like they understood what her facial expressions meant. “The bond you speak of. It is the bond between Scarlet and I, isn’t it?” They nodded in agreement. “And this room, it belongs to her, isn’t it?” She added and they nodded again. Her shoulders dropped and she looked at the door once again.

Selene groaned and sat up slowly, cradling her shoulder. “It was the Violin,” she muttered. “It’s cursed... I shouldn’t have touched it.” "What is it?” Xander helped her up. “ “A Wailing Bow,” Selene replied, still pale. “One of the Old Ones’ relics. It channels pain - sings sorrow into death. Grandmother used to play one during rituals. They’re rare and dangerous.” "We came here for answers." Evangeline stepped back. “And we got a body.” “We also got this.” Cassius tossed her a folded piece of parchment, blood-spattered but intact.

Kaelani’s fingers moved in deliberate arcs—precise, almost delicate—drawing invisible lines through the air. Violet light followed the motion like ink in water, threading itself into existence at her command. The current gathered at her palm, coiling tighter and brighter. Her eyes burned violet, the color spilling through her irises like liquid light. She spoke then, not in common tongue but in Vaelorin, the ancient cadence smooth and resonant as it rolled through the room.

“I sent him to fetch an important scroll from Lagsu.” “Pretending to be the saintess won't get you anywhere.” “At least, it'll free my people. Sacrificing myself to protect three lives is worth it but if I'm to die, it won't be by your hands, Alaric.” Violet pulled out the knife she kept hidden inside her dress right sleeve and aimed for Alaric's neck but she couldn't reach him. There was some sort of magnetic force around Alaric's body, preventing her from hurting him.