Alternate Universe Powder Arcane Novels & Stories

Helena’s glowed soft green. Healing magic. The freed cult victims showed grays. Still tainted. And Aldric’s tent… “Do you see it?” Erica asked. I did. Oh, I did. Aldric’s aura had layers. On the surface: gold. Loyalty. Family. Purpose. But underneath, faint and hidden, something else pulsed. Dark red. Almost black. Hungry. Exactly like Seraphine’s had been. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed. Erica let go.

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.”

"Legacy bolsters potions links coordinate wise use echoes tempt wise resist?" Alexander prowled holo circle alpha command storm assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies call probe tonight voluntary bind amplifies unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank howl distractions. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary. Lira guide branches warn tempts visions clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist. Signal violet retreat unity forges new."

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.”

“That bitch Susan!” I lifted my chin. “Dark magic hides. It does not erase. And it always leaves scars.” I stepped closer to the invisible barrier. I could feel it now. It was cold and sharp against my skin. I closed my eyes again and began to speak. “By light unbroken....By truth unseen, reveal what darkness hides. Let false sight fall. Let true form rise.” The forest trembled faintly. I reached into my pouch and pulled out a small vial. Inside was a white powder; ground moonstone mixed with ash from a sacred fire.

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.

“Grandma Ayla will do it. She has a special ability that she’ll utilize. We just need her unrestrained. Oh, I had forgotten to explain what was in the syringe. It’s a specialized formula that my family concocted for dangerous witches who needed to be interrogated or detained. It’s made up of angelica archangelica, ground up gnome bones, the ash of a Pennantia baylisiana tree, and a pinch of angelic essence. It completely blocks her ability to use magic for three weeks and will then need to be readministered if she lives that long.” The only two things that I knew were the gnome bones and angelic essence. Wow. How did she have access to the essence? It was not something that you could just go

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.