Arcane Jarah Aurel Novelas e Histórias

Rhea teased. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” As we approached the center of the gathering, someone shouted for silence. The chatter immediately died down, and all eyes turned to a tall, older warrior stepping forward. His beard was gray, his arms marked with faded scars and inked crests. His gaze met mine. “Ravena,” he called out, raising a mug. “Daughter of Kaelith . Do you remember me?” I took a slow step forward. “Yes… Uncle Jaron.”

Why? “Prianthe amar ith,” Aurien replied. I have reason. I regarded them in curiosity. “What does agarak mean?” I asked Aurien. It sounded impressive, snarled in such a way. “Agarak,” I said it as sharply as he had. “You enjoyed your meat?” Ashara asked me brightly. “This morning it was too well cooked, hm?” “Yes,” I had eaten my plate clean in record time. “It was better cooked.” “I will let the cooks know,” she was pleased. I saw her exchange a look and nod with Aurien.

But he knew Landon had never been the merciful type. Besides his arm, his entire left side had already turned to black goo. Just when he thought he was toast, a calm voice floated down from upstairs. "Landon, don't kill him. I still need to ask him some questions." Jarold recognized it—that was Aria, the female arcane seeker with the Soul-Summoning Plaque. He couldn't wrap his head around what these two had going on. But the next thing he knew, all the nightmare fuel in front of him just disappeared. He could finally breathe again.

As well as her sister, Aryah. Funai Aryah who is the opposite of Harah. If Harah can't break dishes, Aryah talks too much. Her hair is black but she has brown eyes like Harah. They both look alike, Aryah is only slightly taller than Harah and Aryah has butterfly mark on her back. flash back...

Her posture screamed control, but I caught the tension in her fingers. I didn’t even have time to ask what the hell was going on before Ronan stepped forward and unfurled the pelt. The smell hit first—blood, decay, the sharp memory of the wild. Nailed through the center was a carved message in something older than ink: “Your ancestors bred weapons. I’m returning them broken.” Then Nora stepped forward and held out a torn, snow-stained cloak. Aurelian. Even before I read it, I felt the hatred buried in those words:

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

she asked one after another. "Priestess, have you forgotten that we are in the Kingdom of Asio Flammeus?" Ulula replied to the beauty and walked over to where the lady was sitting. The difficult circumstances that had happened to Arabelle came back to her mind: the hawks hunting her, the time she had jumped into the hole and then fallen out from exhaustion and weakness when they had arrived at the kingdom. "People." Arabelle suddenly said, making her companions turn to her. "Are there any people who can assist me in getting out of here?," she asked, but Ulula didn't say anything. "Ulula, answer me? Where are they?" The beauty was about to stand up.

Zhu Wushang snorted in disdain. “Anyway, we should fix this situation first before doing anything. I don’t think lady Aurelia is going to meet this guy if they don't follow her ru….le… eh?” The Black Merchant let out a surprised voice at the end of the sentence as he saw a jeep running through the sand toward their direction. That jeep was, of course, Aurelia in a light futuristic metal suit sitting in the front seat of the jeep.

He mumbled with a smirked, "Stupid fucker thought only he could get under other people's blind spots..." Soon, another notification popped into his head. [~Cursed-Malaka Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +11] [Gained Soul Crystal +5] [Gained Fire-based Affinity ] [Gained Soul-Armas (weapon-class): Cursed Arrow ]