Alternate Universe Powder Arcane Novels & Stories

"This is the Resonance Stone. It's a sacred relic that's been around for over 1,000 years. It measures your level of arcane power and which realm you've reached. "All you have to do is place your palm on the symbol at its center and channel your energy. The stone will light up a different color depending on your level—yellow for Awakening, green for Foundation, blue for Core Formation, purple for Great Decator, scarlet for Arcane High Priest, and the legendary crimson Light of Ascension, which even I've never seen in my lifetime." The crowd sucked in a breath the moment he finished. A lot of the younger practitioners stared at the stone like it was everything they'd ever dreamed of.

she opened the door across the hallway and I recognized our suitcases sitting in the middle of a greeting room off of which branched bedrooms, each with their ensuite bathrooms and showers. “How does this solve our problem?” I asked, following Zara out of the Nightwolf quarters and across the hall into Silvermoon’s rooms. She beckoned for me to follow her into her private bedroom, where she rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out a folded paper packet. “Inside of this paper there is a powder,” Zara explained, pressing it into my hand, “Add it to Avery’s drink.” “What does it do?”

“And whatever that something is, I do not want to know about it…” “Aurora…” “I have enough in my hands to deal with another case of Giovanni and Nicolas, Dante” Aurora said coldly “a compass, a magic scroll, guardian, whatever other bullshit that you might try to show…” “Aurora, the compass literally opened when you approached it. Did you think that I would lie to you…”

I hated hearing his name. “He will not touch her,” I said. “That is why you must remain calm,” she said sharply. “Anger is what he wants. He knows how to use it against you.” She walked to a locked chest and opened it. Inside were items that were older than the pack itself. Ancient relics. Objects that carried power from a time before our kingdom even existed. She took out a small silver box and opened it. Inside was a dark powder that looked almost black. “This,” she said, “was made by the first Lunas of our bloodline. It can hide marks, bonds, and magical traces.”

She must be aware that if Marcus died, her life would be in danger yet she showed no signs of panic or concern. “I am sure he would prefer to die than you helping him.” “You are going to let your brother die because of your pride?” She asked. Araminta couldn’t help but be intrigued by this interaction. Saul frowned, his eyes burning with hostility. Aria remained calm as she gazed back at him and when he said nothing she took charge. “Infections spread quickly. To help his healing, I need to dissolve the obsidian in his body and help him restore his healing abilities. I need water, salt, black seeds, fish scales, ginger, coriander, and mountain honey.”

She was immediately annoyed, but having experienced Andrew's attitude before, she was not too surprised. "What are you refining? What grade?" she asked with interest. Andrew did not look up. "No grade. Just some powders for special use." Luna's curiosity grew. "What kind of powders? Can you tell me?" She had always been eager to learn about alchemy, an area she did not understand. Andrew smiled, "Nothing I can't tell you. I'm just refining aphrodisiacs and sedatives that temporarily prevent people from gathering their energy!" Luna's face reddened as she sneered. "Aphrodisiacs? Andrew, you really don't waste your time on anything proper, do you?"

Keyah let out a yelp. “Sorry. We don’t get many visitors. Jeronimo doesn’t know how to behave around strangers.” Jeronimo the cat would give someone a heart attack, thought Aaron. Tara placed a thick sheet of paper on the weighing scales. Then she set about weighing the various powders. Once she was satisfied, she lit the fire under the pewter cauldron, adding the mixture of powders. From one of the drawers under the table, she retrieved a couple of dark glass bottles and added a few drops from each bottle into the cauldron. Purple smoke rose from the cauldron, filling the air with the scent of lavender.

CLOSER… “What is keeping the witches you sent from being undetected?” Mason asked. “Sending 1 or 2 may not set off any alarms, but just to be safe we sent them with a couple of fail safes.” Makayla answered. “First we have cloaked them with a spell that blocks detecting them and their magic.” Makenzy added. “Second, we gave them a powder called Pulverous Memoria.” Makaya continued. “When the powder is inhaled, it can make 1 forget whatever you would like them to forget.” Makenzy finished saying.

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

“I have no reason to pretend, Sage, those commodities are going to bring in a lot of money.” “So, they are commodities now?” I asked in an annoyed tone. “Yes, Sage, they are witch powders.” “What?” “Their bones are going to be grinded into a potent powder after they have been skinned alive. The magical residue increases on their skin the more pain they experience.” Dominic coldly revealed. I was stunned for the umpteenth time. “Welcome to my world, Sage.”