Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin. She had never played an instrument nor had she ever shown any interest to. She got confused. How did this person know she was crying alone on the park bench? Why did that person call her Nebu? What does Nebu mean? She had too many questions and her ten year old mind couldn't answer any of them. But they all escaped her mind as she slowly placed her right hand on the violin case and slides it in its surface. "Your cloth has dried up." Justin's voice pulled her out of the memory pool she was swimming in.

"Lucian, none of them are Midnight Galaxy... I can't connect with the soul of these instruments." Then she'd lean her head on my shoulder and cry, her body feeling as light as a leaf. I frowned. This was all Camille's fault—making a simple thing so complicated. But an idea hit me, and I pulled Lara close to comfort her. "There's an auction next week. I wasn't planning on going, but I heard the world-famous 'Moon Goddess's Tears' violin is on the list. I'll buy it for you." "Are you serious, Lucian? Oh, that's amazing! You're the kindest alpha ever. I really don't get why Camille has to act like such a psycho."

"But I want payment upfront for the weapons shipment. Half now. Half when the campaign launches." Damien looked at Bryce who nodded. The money was available. Damien had been draining the Crescent Moon treasury for weeks to fund this war. By the time it was over the pack would be financially gutted whether they won or lost. Another gift for me. "Shadow Ridge is in" Voss said. "But I want something else besides territory." Damien frowned. "What?" "When we breach the Lycan Kingdom I want first access to their weapons vault. Whatever is inside belongs to me."

Light bleeding through. Lirael’s expression stilled. “Arcadia.” *** Veyrin’s gaze sharpened instantly. “They’ve reached that far already?” *** “Not openly,” Lirael said. Her tone grew quieter. “Carefully. Quietly.” *** The image flickered— and for a moment— something looked back. *** Not Demonkin. Not wild. *** Cold. Measured. *** Veyrin exhaled slowly. “The Lunarch.” *** “Or something behind him,” Lirael said.

Vivienne's eyes widened. "The violin isn't just an heirloom." "It's the key," Isaac finished quietly. "Jonathan built the cipher around a specific melody. Without the instrument, without the exact sequence of strings, the exact tuning, this journal is just ink." "And I already know the melody," Elara whispered. Aurora stared at her sister. "You've had the answer inside you this whole time." Elara didn't feel triumphant. She felt exposed, the way she always did when a piece of her mother resurfaced in her own body without permission.

"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

No sooner have her hands settled on my zipper than I grab her hair. She cries out of pain, and her eyes water as I lean over her. "Ora vattene."(Now get out of the way.)

“You’re alive.” Raphael’s hand weakly reached up, resting against my cheek, his eyes widening. "Your eyes…” he whispered, his fingers grazing his own face in awe. "They’re red. You… are…” “…a Lycan,” Lance completed for him, his voice filled with wonder. “She has the gift of resurrection.” But our moment of reunion was shattered by the Overlord’s enraged roar. “You…” the Overlord snarled, his face twisted in fury. “How…?”

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