Arcane Jinx Memes Novels & Stories

Why don’t I like this guy? Jinx runs to the coffee table and sniffs. Drool strings from his mouth as his eyes flicker between the food and Alejandro, waiting for the command. Any signal to attack the pizza. “Just our emotional stability,” Jesse teases. “And Axel’s last two brain cells,” I toss in, because I’ve had enough brooding for one night. I grab a slice of pizza and pat the couch. Jinx rests his chin on my knee, quivering with restraint, watching, waiting. His nose in the pizza, puppy eyes on Alejandro.

Hex power and demon essence and Orangelo aura. Jinx was a Master of the cards already if he could summon such things so soon after his pact. But he was doing too much too fast. He should have cast one and let it take and rested before casting another. Lexi saw what only his demon eyes could see - braces like shackles on both of Jinx's forearms. One for each of the Major Arcana spells. Eventually, those would become weights dragging Jinx down to Hell to be tormented eternally or he could choose to serve and bring other toms into eternal torment.

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

The small pan hissed softly as the oil heated, the sharp scent of roughly crushed garlic already filling the kitchen before I realized I was humming. Fuck. A Shakira song. Wildly off-brand for this morning’s mood, which had gone to hell at five twelve a.m. sharp, when Arsen, the technological bastard I’ve called my enemy since we were both fermenting in Mama’s womb, spammed my W******p with fifteen random memes and one AI-generated video of Harry Potter lip-syncing a reggaeton song.

Violet turned her head to the side. "More like a million times." Jasmine walked up, her dark hair in a high ponytail and green eyes full of challenge. "And let's not forget that you sneeze so loud that it could quite possibly pierce someone's eardrums." "Dramatic." Drake turned to walk to his office. "When you witches decide you're not going to gang up on me, just let me know and I'll come back out. Halloween was a few weeks back. Put up your brooms before you scare the customers."

"Tiffany." "Oh good. That'll be easy to remember. Tiffanys are a dime a dozen, just like groupies." Tiffany's friend chokes on her beer and starts coughing. Geni ignores her and keeps going. "I'd shake your hand, but mine are full," she says as she gestures to the snacks. "And I don't know where yours has been." Tiffany glares. I can tell she wants to say something but can't think as fast as Geni.

Our dreams, our struggles – they were intertwined, each step forward a testament to the unwavering support we lent to one another. Maya's voice sliced through my thoughts, and I turned to find her grinning mischievously, eyes twinkling with amusement. She flopped onto the couch beside me, a whirlwind of energy. "Oh, you're also a Xavier Jones fan?" she quipped, her tone laced with playful incredulity. "I didn't take you for the athletic type, Arcane." I couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, realizing I'd been caught red-handed. "Well, Maya, even artists have their moments of sportsmanship, you know," I retorted with a mockingly serious expression.

It's the university that always a 3rd placer. "Joaquin University won, 3 silvers and 4 gold medals." The students from Joaquin university started making noise to celebrate their second place. "And last but not the least, the winner! 1 silver and 5 gold medals, Famous University!!!!" Owen stood up to jump together with the three men beside him. "We won again!!" He keeps jumping while shouting. He jumped to hug Steven and release him too, he then look at Leon and hug him tightly. Leon also hugged him tightly too.

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.

My hair is raised in the most ridiculous style and his hair is slicked back, perfect as ever. I turn it over and in a nice cursive handwriting, the names; Hazel Chestnut and Jamie Johnson are written with a date: July 16th. What does this mean? The lifetime sh*t Jamie spoke of springs easily to mind. So, we reincarnated? That's not something I ever believed in but this seems so real. 'Could be a prank Jamie and Brit are playing on you' my subconscious points out. Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right?