Alternate Universe Powder Arcane Novels & Stories

“It is not just tea. It is a pact.” Alexei snapped his fingers. “I knew there was poison involved. But you’re telling me she drank… A magical contract?” Pavel nodded as one of his assistants brought the cross-referenced analyses of Susan’s blood. “Look at this.” He slid the papers across the table. “Arcane herbs of pre-Christian origin. Wormwood of thirteen cycles, murmurium roots, dust of firstborn calf blood. All catalyzed by a drop of sorceress blood.” Alexei frowned.

She gives me an awfully cold smile , "I could want it for more than just a potion but what does it matter to you, the options dampen our powers it awakens our hunters and dampen their powers so to you it shouldn't matter, but you should be a little worried, I heared the hybrid is your son ARTHUR

Without ceremony, he dropped the tea bags into the cauldron. The moment they touched the metal, the air shifted violently. Orun lifted his staff and began chanting, a language only known to shamans like him, old and sharp, the kind of language that cut through time instead of bending to it. His voice rose and fell in a rhythm that made my wolf stir uneasily beneath my skin. “Exuro maleficium… revelare veritatem…” He reached into a leather pouch and scattered a fine silvery powder into the cauldron. Smoke rose instantly, thin at first, pale white, curling upward like a living thing. Then came another powder, deep crimson. The smoke darkened, streaks of red twisting through it.

She dreamt that her only friend died in a tragic death, slit by the throat and was flung to the air — and was crying as she took her final breath. ‘Luntian.’ She heard the name of the black Shaman, recoiling and repeating in her mind in a rhythm. After doing her morning ritual, Mayari Tabbu immediately went to the room where she does her magic. The Sorceress grabbed the bowl full of powdered minerals, an ash-like substance infused with zirconium, potassium nitrate and charcoal.

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

Once they’re in place, he pulls out a lighter and some white powder. "Now, this is Amarith powder. It is specially made by mages to detect whether two people are related. If they are, the flame will turn blue, and if they’re not, it will turn black." Charles begins to explain as he pours some oil onto the plate and lights it on fire.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

I say. "It's a mix of lovelace and bartrum berries, two specific herbs used by sorcerers in there spells to command others and make puppets out of them to do their dirty work" Ariel tells me. "He would have injected you the first time when he rescued you and then again oh god, he took it and when he marked you thats when it transferred to you, that's why he was so angry that day"! She exclaimed. "That makes it worse I take it?" I say.

"Explosives? Acids? Mutagens?" "I have a potion that turns people into chickens." "Temporary, usually." Arielle leaned on the counter. "I need anti-magic grenades." "Specifically, ones that disrupt Inquisitor shields." Aris whistled. "Specific taste." "Hard to make." "Inquisitor shields are frequency-modulated." "I'd need a sample of their energy." Arielle held out her hand. She summoned a small ball of purple Void. Inside it, a tiny spark of golden light flickered.

She stuck her hand into her purse and got what looked like foundation powder. "Make-up?" Caspian asked as Lady Priscilla laughed, opening the lid to the container of powder. Lady Priscilla laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Nope, my dear. This is an imported powder from Taris—one of the witch realms. Makes you vanish from sight." I watched in awe as Lady Priscilla sprinkled the mysterious powder on her feet. The room shimmered, and suddenly, they were invisible—like ghosts slipping through the fabric of reality.