Arcane Powder Fanart Novels & Stories

Anika said sadly. Slowly, the marks Anika had drawn on Arya's body began to glow, and Damian looked at her. "She's crossed. We can only wait and hope," Anika said. They both watched as the glow grew intense and blinding, until it gradually settled into a more steady frequency. ***

Aria POV "The bidding for the Ancestor’s Fang begins at three million credits!" The Sentinel elder’s voice boomed off the stone walls of the sanctuary. He stood behind the altar, his robes sweeping the floor as he pointed a finger toward the crystal dome. Inside the glass sat the bloody tooth. It was the size of a dagger. Deep, dark red. Jagged lines cut through the enamel like frozen lightning. It pulsed with old, heavy power. The founding relic of the Blue-Claw Pack.

These symbols were not mere decorations; they were a language of power, a script that whispered of ancient rituals and forgotten lore. Among the artifacts, there was a scroll that appeared particularly ancient, its edges frayed with time, yet the ink on its surface remained vibrant and clear. As I unrolled it with care, I saw illustrations of figures that seemed to echo the very essence of my power—beings of fire and shadow intertwined in a dance of creation and destruction. The text beside the drawings spoke of a lineage of warriors who could harness the primal forces of nature, their abilities tied to the very heartbeat of the earth.

It was an unknown, encrypted number. I opened the message. It was a single photograph. It showed Julian, my beautiful, five-year-old son, sitting in the backseat of a moving car. A massive, heavily tattooed Russian hand was holding a silver pacifier to his lips—a pacifier laced with a glowing green liquid. A paralytic toxin. Beneath the image was a single line of text:

“I don’t think I’ve seen this in one of your collections.” “Oh no,” I smiled. “This is from an older unseen collection. Upgraded just a bit, of course.” Arianna scoffed. “Well, you can paint a pig with beautiful colors, but it’ll still be a pig.” “And you’re a prime example of that, aren’t you, Arianna?” A few guests laughed as I took a slow sip of my drink. Arianna’s face went pale before she crossed her arms. “That’s Luna Arianna to you.”

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.

Medium size, smooth, strong enough to tear a scream out of me. I stripped my shirt off, revealing the lingerie I’d put on earlier. Black, scandalous, my tits spilling out of it, my pussy exposed. I grabbed the cat-face mask, slipped it on, and felt my heart race. My nipples were stiff already, and my pussy was wet enough to drip. I hit the green button. A dick filled the screen instantly. A big one, thick, veiny, twitching as the guy’s hand slid along it, his face wasn't showing, only his dick and it's normal because most of the guys don't show their faces.

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”

“But it’s not just about the past anymore, Arianna. It’s about the future. My baby’s future. Fang’s legacy.” Arianna nodded slowly, her attention focused on Daniella’s words. “Your baby will have a future. We’ll make sure of that.” Now. Daniella acted quickly, uncorking the vial and holding it up toward Arianna’s face. She made it seem like she was adjusting something in her bag, but with one quick motion, she blew the fine powder directly into Arianna’s face. Arianna’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, the effects of the powder took hold. She swayed on her feet, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself, but it was too late. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed

Arte pursed her lips, eyes gazing at Raven, who sat eating like a well-oiled machine. After dinner, Raven did as she said she would, and everyone went to do their own thing. Arte followed Ayame to do an Alchemy lesson, which went swimmingly. Aside from the fact that her nose was tingling with disgust at the smell of the ponticus vine. It was a rancid smell, something that would stick with you for years to come and invade your dreams, turning them into nightmares.