Alternate Universe Powder Arcane Novels & Stories

She was a hassle but was also very rare. I was only thankful that Mericel had not spotted her. Her soul is one of the most powerful ingredients to reverse the effects of silver. Also able to reverse the effects of any poison. I quickly sealed the lid, not wanting her soul to escape. I turn to Ares. "Just give me a few minutes to whip up the potion and it will be ready." I uttered. I may not have shown it but I was very anxious. Ares could see right through me which was not at all surprising.

He smiled lightly. Philip was able to hide here thanks to a bottle of pills he got in the Verge Tower. It was an exotic pill from the dark ages, the extinct Breath Concealing Pill. Not only could the Breath Concealing Pill obscure other people’s senses, but it could also hide one’s level, presence, and even all traces! Of course, Philip did not recognize the Breath Concealing Pill, but the big roc was an old monster. Before Alvin could leave, Philip appeared and said, “Oh, Guild Master Sander, where are you going?”

I am midair when he shifts, flinging a purple powder into my face. WOLFSBANE.

when the shop owner took a small bottle from the drawer "Where those who are looking for it have to climb the mountain and meet the beast the Bedros residence is on a high and snowy mountain," said the shop owner while handing a small bottle covered with wood. Inside was stone powder Mana Altair took and looked at the powder inside, it looked like ordinary fine glass shards. "Not enough to be used for later summons," said Altair in his heart. "Okay uncle," as he put the small glass bottle back on the display case. "I'll take 1 kg for each powder," Altair replied as he took out a sizable bag of gold coins.

“Oh my Gods. What the hell does this thing even do?” “Brooke was able to break down for me to understand. Coming from a professional standpoint, Angel Thorn is genetically made up of both Salvia Divinorum and a lethal fungus called Destroying Angel.” “Why mix those two?” “I wondered the same thing,” I said. “Apparently, Salvia Divinorum is a hallucinogen. Even the smallest doses, when administered, can cause a person to see wild images and even make their body prone to hypnosis. Now, Destroying Angel is basically used as an attacker. It eats away at a person’s bodily defenses, allowing the Salvia Divinorum to take root.”

"Confident, I mean." Tyrel (Third-person POV) Crushed meteor. That's what Fenrik calls the dark gray powder in the small pouch. Tyrel receives it with both hands. He placed it in a small envelope and push it carefully into his pocket. The thing will go everywhere with him. No one will dare frisk an Alpha for illegal herbs, and this isn't even herbs. It's something far more powerful.

“Burned?” Kieran’s gaze flicked to me, warning. “Aria—” “Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t decide what I get to know.” Dax’s voice stayed calm, but the air around him tightened. “Your pack buried that pendant because it opens doors your council can’t lock.” Kieran’s eyes dropped to the black stone. “That stone doesn’t open doors,” he said, voice rough. “It opens cages.” A cold prickle ran down my back. “What cages?”

He let that hang as he began listing them off, each word like a forbidden door being opened: “Blood. Gravity. Time. Law. Decay. Dreams. Bone. Memory. Sound. Reality.…” He stopped in front of Thorn, then gestured vaguely around the room. “These aren’t just rare. They’re unnatural. Personal. Dangerous. And beautiful.” Then he looked up, his voice light again—but sharp beneath. “Some call them Arcane Signatures. Others call them Curses.” He turned back to the board, the shimmering sigil collapsing back into nothingness.

Whitney asked, her voice quivering. Ashton stated solemnly, "It's just about done, so be patient! You see, the Heart-Devouring Parasite inside you is surprisingly resilient, even daring to resist with everything it has—its struggle is destined to be useless, though!" In that instant, tendrils of pitch-black energy spilled from Ashton's palm, coiling around the six silver needles to form a force containing the power of the Drakeborne lineage. This allowed the power of the Ninefold Arcane Technique to further increase, completely separating the Heart-Devouring Parasite within Whitney's body.

I replied, patting her shoulder and sharing another round of laughter with my best friend. The day stretched in a familiar pattern–brewing, blending, and stabilizing the shimmering potions that were as much a part of our lives as the very air we breathe. One of the cauldrons simmered with a soft lilac glow. Known as the Veil Essence, it helped packs to mask their scent trails from rogues. Another batch, swirling in hues of dark green and gold, was known as the Sentinel's Breath. It gave a very defensive aura–an enhancer for territory guards.