Watching Arcane Ao3 Novels & Stories

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Then it solidified, hollow-eyed and grinning: a raven’s skull, the bones black as obsidian, the eye sockets gleaming with unseen fire. Patricia leaned back slightly, smirk tugging at her lips. “Beautiful.” Gloria’s eyes glimmered with a hint of unease. “It’s alive.” Elara didn’t answer. She only stared, satisfied, her hand hovering above the raven skull, feeling its pulse through the shadows and the ink. In the quiet room, candle flames flickered against walls lined with dark magic, and the three of them waited, patient predators, for the chaos they would unleash.

I rose slowly from the chair behind my desk, camera forgotten in my hand, the rogue’s eerie half-smile still frozen on the screen. “You’re sure?” I asked, my voice low, and rough with tension. Aurora nodded once. “Not just sure. I’ve confirmed it. I had to dig into ancient spellbooks, the forbidden tomes that haven’t seen light since before even your grandfather ruled. But it all lines up.” She crossed the room, pulling a folded parchment from inside her jacket. Old. Yellowed with age. The writing on it wasn’t even in English—it was some forgotten, curving script that shimmered faintly when the candlelight hit it.

POV: Aria Monroe Aria stood at the edge of the sanctuary, her pendant pulsing in rhythm with the ley lines beneath her feet. The flame had burned steady for days, and Luna’s ritual of story had settled the Grove into a rare kind of peace. But peace, Aria knew, was never permanent. It was a breath between storms. And tonight, the wind carried something unfamiliar. Not the queen’s echo. Not fractured prophecy. Something colder. Something older. She pressed her palm to the moss and whispered, “Show me.” The Grove didn’t respond. But the flame dimmed. And that was answer enough.

She was reading a thick leather-bound volume on ancient legends—her fingers tracing the golden ink of the mythical creatures etched on the page—when a shadow passed behind her. She turned and almost dropped the book. Alaric stood near the tall windows, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the snowy garden beyond. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” Seraphine said, quickly standing. “I didn’t know you were here.” He looked over his shoulder. “It is your home now as well. You do not need to flee when I enter.” Still, she held the book to her chest like a shield. Alaric’s gaze dropped to the spine. “The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.”

I don’t want any of these arseholes seeing me. A shadow falls on me and I cry out staring up into the same chocolate brown eyes as before. It’s Alpha Cain. Apparently, he’s decided to join the party. “What are you doing, Little Dove?” He asks and I shake my head. It’s like I don’t have a voice around them, like I’m too scared to even speak. He picks me up, holding me to his body and I gasp as my skin erupts in waves of heat. Aeron growls whipping his head around in our direction. His Wolf is so black. It’s darker than anything I’ve ever seen but his eyes, they’re the same piercing blue as always.

Relief rushed through me as the prospect of a peaceful future hit me. "I won’t say thank you for your help." Arlo pointed out. "Now hold out your arm." Obeying his command, I held up my arm and took in the arcana that had one-third of it missing. "You sure you don’t want to take advantage of the remaining time?" "No." "Then I wish you the best." Lowering my gaze, I watched as Arlo stuck his nail into the end of the arcana, making it start to glow. As he spoke in a strange tongue, it began to slowly fade along with the world around me until all that was left was darkness.

Its jagged edges caught the first light of dawn, a promise of shelter and danger in equal measure. Kael’s hand tightened around hers. “We can rest there. The wards are faint, but they’ll hide us for now.” As they approached, Aria noticed carved initials along a fallen beam — letters that glowed faintly, almost like scars. She knelt to touch them, and the whispering voices rose to a crescendo. Images flared in her mind: rituals, sacrifices, glimpses of Selene’s cold, pale face above an altar of mirrored glass. Aria gasped and pulled back. “Kael… she’s… watching. Or she was. I saw her.”

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

She imagined what it would feel like on the other parts of her body again. "Sil? Sil?" She snapped out of her thoughts though it took a little shake. "Penny for your thoughts". She smiled. "It wasn't something serious. Just random thoughts". "And you don't want to talk about it? Is it about the chimera?" He peered into her eyes. "No, no my love it isn't. I'm fine. What were you saying?" "Master Arcus left me a book, Magix of death and life." Sil looked at him wide eyed. "Isn't that the book about Necromancy?"