Arcane Jinx Grenades Novels & Stories

Pew. They exploded into green goo. But Jinx wasn't firing. She was standing on the bow, holding her datapad, watching the monster. "Ren," Jinx said over the comms. Her voice was eerily calm amidst the chaos. "Look at the attack pattern. The Kraken shoots 'Ink Jets' that burn the hull, right?" "Yeah, acid ink!" Ren yelled, dodging a black stream of liquid. "Don't let it touch you! It eats armor!"

Before I could say anything, he rang it and I was pushed to the back of my mind once again. His eyes turned black as he stared at me, sending an eerie chill down my spine. He stepped closer. Taking my hand and putting something in it. "I want you to go back home and place this grenade under Manuel's car. It's a powerful weapon specially made to kill supernaturals. If you try to fight it, just know that your body count will increase to 10 tomorrow and I'll let you remember ripping those poor souls apart." … I returned to the mansion in a daze. This time, the bastard made me remember our meeting.

Did they just say a jinxed can? It was a gaseous explosive – though rarely known, but fucking deadly. And throughout the whole nation, a sole Pack was known to produce it. The investigators needn't be asked what ran through Andrew's mind since the beta's facial expression already did that job. The other cleared his throat, then parted his lips to speak. “Beta Andrew, I think it's safe to say whosoever caused this fire got aid or might have stolen a can of jinxed sliver from the Scarlet Heart Pack”

She pulled the pin on the disruptor grenade and rolled it across the walkway toward the Heiress. "Cover your eyes!" Seven yelled. The grenade detonated in a sphere of sapphire-blue static. The shockwave knocked Maya to her knees, the twins letting out a synchronized, high-pitched hum of distress. The Heiress’s form fractured, her pixels scattering like a disturbed nest of hornets. For a second, the adolescent girl vanished, replaced by a screaming, chaotic swirl of raw code. "Go! The service lift!" Seven grabbed Maya’s arm, hauling her toward a rusted cage elevator at the far end of the walkway.

We refused to be intimidated. A pale servant in livery glided up to us, offering a silver tray with four crystal goblets filled with a rich dark-red liquid. "A welcome vintage from the Emperor," the servant murmured, bowing low. I reached for a glass, just as my fingers were about to touch the crystal… Jace’s hand snapped out like a viper. He snatched the goblet, lifted it to his nose, and his stormy grey eyes darkened. "Blood-bane," Jace whispered, his shadow-magic vibrating. "A neurotoxin designed specifically to paralyze a Lycan's nervous system. It’s odorless to a normal wolf."