Jinx Arcane Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

"Auræ. My eyes can see the inner cores. Demetri are distinguished with their colorful Auræ based on their elements. Jus has a bluish-green color which probably identified her as a Saranian. Witches from Illinor have the color of blue." Master Hunn stood from the stage. "The last game in this tournament shall determine the individual strengths of a Kryst's inner core. A one-on-one battle in this arena!" The crowd howled in cheers. "Using their newly acquire weapons, each of the Kryst will fight until one will be defeated or surrender. You will be grouped into two and we will determine who your opponents will be. The Challenger of the Krystalline Academy, Lucian Liu, shall serve as a wild card

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

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.”

They just listened to the blabber of their comrades but in actuality, they subtly observed the whole venue. Everyone knew that the venue was full of extravagance as if it was a princess' first birthday celebration. But the archmages present knew how this was a true extravagance. The lights alone that were used around the venue were made by an array that was powered by a high-grade mana stone. The high-grade mana stones were extremely precious that even the current emperor of the Azenla Empire had only three of them. Yet Santi placed a total of seventy-three fist-sized high-grade mana stones to the walls that surrounded the venue like it was nothing but common rocks.

And a man stands before an arcane storm. A man with silver hair. Eyes like dying stars. A smile like a blade. The architect—alive, human, and crowned. Kael’s voice pierced her mind from somewhere distant. “Alessia! ALESSIA!” She couldn’t answer. The vision swallowed her. She saw the architect reaching toward the sky—pulling luminousness into his palm. The city trembled. The storm cracked. And Arcana fell. Not destroyed by war. Not swallowed by sea.

His touch was relentless, his fingers curled just right, hitting that spot that made my legs shake, sending waves of heat through my core. My breath came in sharp gasps, muffled against his hand still pressed over my mouth. My body was screaming for release, every nerve on edge, but Jace slowed his movements, his fingers teasing now, dragging out the torture. I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for something else, but he held me there, pinned against the wall, his dark eyes glinting with control. “Not yet, Aria,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel. His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You will wait till I'm done” His words sent a shive

The name alone is enough to set Ghost ravaging inside me. “What does Ghost want?” Jaxon asks again walking closer to me but not enough to touch me. “What will make him calm down?” Aria. He wants Aria. He wants to mark her. To mate with her and make her his. He wants her scent under his skin, her taste in his mouth, her innocence, her stubbornness. He wants the challenge of claiming her. “I can’t give him what he wants.” My voice shook. A growl vibrates through my chest that isn’t mine. Claws push through my fingertips again, my vision flickers red.

Ace scoffed and I noticed him playing with his pinky on his right hand as if it were missing something, "but they're good for each other. They balance one another out. It's love because if it wasn't, he would have hated her." I knew the story. Quinn had reiterated it to me a few months ago. I felt bad for Ace, I did, but that didn't make him a good person. He was insanely handsome, though. His hair was longer now, the tips dyed blonde and curling over his forehead. He resembled Gunnar but so much more handsome.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to