Novel & Cerita Alternate Universe Powder Arcane

Blakely Without elaborating Azrael plucked a little black bag from his pocket and tugged at the draw strings. A finely ground powder sat inside, sparking in a rainbow of hues the moment it hit the open air. I shifted back a step when he caught me gawking. “This is stardust. It’s a very rare concoction Orion created. It’ll transport us into the mansion of stars. Since I can’t trust you not to go bounding off into the forest, we have no choice but to use it. He’ll be rather angry when he finds out, so I’d steer clear of him once we arrive.”

I still believe that he simply wants to steal Dominic’s aura, that is why he is bent on killing Dominic himself. While we spoke on phone, He told me to step out of my room, and I did exactly as he said. To my greatest surprise, I found a box filled with numerous weapons and some liquids that I couldn’t recognize. I was so shocked, I could not believe that he had sneaked this around this Castle without Dominic’s knowledge. That green potion, it was the same potion that Marcus had used on Ariana and Graciela, it was so powerful, it made them pass out immediately. The purple substance, I haven’t seen it before in my life, King Ashford told me that it works on both humans and vampires. According

Over on the island, a breeze combed through the air as Wilbur suddenly thought of something his master Orkot had once said. "There's a special kind of formation that exists in the upper dimensions. Its core pillar of support is usually a rock, a flower, or a drop of water. The cultivator can enter the formation whenever they please and change the speed of time once they are in it. It's called the arcane formation, and only dimension guardians and a few immensely skilled cultivators have mastered it."

His gaze eventually settled on a small vial filled with a mysterious powder, a substance that held the promise of both healing and revelation. The healer stepped forward, offering the vial to the seer. "This is the poison's antidote, a rare substance derived from a mysterious plant. It has the power to heal, but it comes at a cost." The seer accepted the vial with a reverence that suggested an intimate understanding of its potency. He held it up to the light, allowing the powder to catch the sun's rays, turning it into a shimmering, ethereal dust.

"We are going to have to work quickly," Barach whispered. Though they had managed to secure themselves in one of the outer buildings on the industrial estate, just close enough to every point of the area that her spell would reach Layon and Jason no matter how far they moved, she knew all too well that the longer they remained, the more danger they were placing themselves in. Having added all the ingredients to the spell in the small cauldron she'd placed in the center of the room on a pile of old boxes, she had only one final thing to do. Holding two bundles of sage, lavender, and fennel in front

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

The room dissolved into brief chaos. In those few seconds, Alaric slid his right hand beneath the table, clenched his fist, and steadied the tremor. No one noticed. After the meeting, Alaric said nothing. He rose from the head of the table, exchanged a few words with the Beta, and left. As he passed me, his stride didn't falter, his gaze didn't shift. But that evening, I opened my storage room door to find two things waiting outside. A full case of Wolfsbane suppressant. And a case of Moon Essence—a substance so expensive on the black market it was almost mythical. Used alongside Wolfsbane, it counteracted the toxic side effects.

Lord Ander’s face showed a slight change in hearing Arth’s name, then his side lip rose, “That explains the familiar alar … but how truly disappointing to see how the bloodline has grown weak over hundreds of years. You might have your sword, but your spirit is asleep.” “My spirit is awake,” Arth pointed his sword towards the demon and cast, “Potentia augendae …” The strings of alar seeped into the ice swords, causing their forms to glow brighter. Arth had learned it from Elicantris … alar could be used for a wide range of spell enhancements, and so he had tried enhancing his ice materialization. It worked.

She had never seen two better looking men in the same room. “This ends here. This ends now.” He was shirtless and wore a pair of black pants. “My god. Do any of you wear clothes?” Is all Ally managed to say. Neither deity looked her way. “This doesn’t end well for your side Gabriel. It is fore told. You know it. I know it and your God knows it.” Drake boasted. “No. But you need her for your plan to work serpent.” He pointed right at her. For the first time they locked eyes and she could see the earth and sky open in the sea of blue.