Wizards Of Arcadia Novels & Stories

Both Gwendolyn and Clara left the presence of the storm clan. As they approached another group, Clara asked, “This is all a bit too much to take in.” Gwendolyn smiled and replied, “I know, dear and frankly, I blame Evelyn. She should have prepared you better.” They reached the second group then and Clara had no more chance for questions. This group was wearing green tops on black trousers. The group looked up as Gwendolyn and Clara approached. Gwendolyn then said, “These are called the levitators. Apart from levitating objects, they can speak with their minds and can also use telekinesis. Your mentor for this group will be Yemen Todric. Yemen, see me in my office.” Yemen replied, “Yes, ma. I

I said as I take one last glance to the palace. The Kingdom of Arcadia and the land of Hellas are completely hidden from the world. The Dryads that serves as the guardians of the kingdom and the forest casted a spell to keep the lycans, nymphs and other races living in Arcadia to be safe. Only those who know the spell can go out and inside of the kingdom. In King Veto's forces, only five including me can do that. The two mages of the kingdom; Nemesis and Wyre, Lupus, Silver and me.

The deeper they went, the more it felt like the forest was watching them. “Does Arcadia truly exist?” Seraphina asked, peering through the endless trees. “You’ll see,” Nicolas said, glancing at her. “We’re close.” “I always thought Arcadia was just a fairytale,” she said. “But I’ve heard it’s powerful. Rich beyond imagination.” “My kingdom is real,” he replied. “Hidden from the world for a reason. Arcadians can come to outsiders—but outsiders can’t come to Arcadia. Not unless they're brought in.”

They drove out of the mansion after Aiden ignited the engine. Standing over a pile of woods was Hadrian, he had gone back to Bradville to find Beckham, but he discovered that he was no longer there. Guessing he had relocated, he returned to Arcadia Falls hiding in the shadows and feeding on animal blood. He promised himself that he was going to stay hidden until he was ready to go back home. He knew that he could wield his magic again because he recalled what happened to Beckham while he was trying to teach him how to control his urge. He had tried to make fire using the simple spells he knew, but it didn't work. He was happy that he was making progress gradually because the last time he tri

“But that is not the point of focus. If Vivian saw you shift into your wolf, she must know how powerful you are. And she must also that you study here at Arcadia." “And that's not good because…" “Warlocks are magic collectors," he finishes. “They do not just practice dark and forbidden magic, they collect magic from wolves to enhance theirs. Magic like yours is highly sort after." “Let me get this straight. So you mean to tell me that I am now a target because a supposed warlock knows how powerful I supposedly am?" I recite and he nods.

Beside him, Beta Eli stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his keen gaze fixed on the parchment spread across the ironwood—the official High Council decree bearing Alpha Logan’s forged allegations. "Alpha Cassian, with all due respect, we must tread carefully," Elder Vane said, leaning forward. His withered hands trembled slightly against the table, his knuckles pale. "The High Council's laws regarding unregistered dark magic and rogue witches are centuries old. If Logan has convinced the High Council that this girl possesses corrupted magic, harboring her puts the entire Midnight Syndicate at risk. They could freeze our international trade routes! Our border posts could be blockaded b

Aria said in a flat tone. “The mandatum imperio spell,” Lizzie stated. She stared in the distance as she remembered the things she read about that kind of spell. “The only antidote is the death of the witch who conjured it, and I think that witch is…my great aunt Amara.” “Let’s go back to Clarke’s Lake,” Aria said. They all protested against her. “What about Leo? What about the rest of our pack?” Matt asked. “They think I am already dead.”

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

Sometimes, I wished I were back in the countryside, chasing other wolves, rolling in the grass without a care. I sighed. Maybe I was still too immature and still clinging to the past that was no more. Then, walda interrupted my wandering thoughts. “So, pups and Alpha Brandon, now it’s your turn.” I glanced over at Wanda, the old witch from the Berliner Dome. She was about to get serious again— I could see it in her eyes. She had that wild look again. Tonight had been… a lot. She’d made a magic pond, made a bird lay a golden egg, and some bizarre light show from this pony-boy named Alaric. Saved Beatrice from death’s door…