Jinx Arcane Bombs Novels & Stories

And me Arnold, the creator of Planet Harmony and the heart of Friendship, my goal is to protect Planet Harmony and fight for it’s peaceful future. Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Bronyium and I arrived at Sweet Apple Acres and saw the rogue stage 4 beckon located at the centre of the farm “we must destroy that stage 4 beckon or else we’ll lose Sweet Apple Acres” I explained. “Since we can’t use our own weapons we must rely on these” Bronyium grabbed out his Beckon Destroyer Bombs “these Beckon Destroyer Bombs should kill it” said Bronyium as he plants one at the base of the beckon and places 5min timer on the bomb and walks back towards me “AJ, Flutters, Pinkie & I will deal with

He responds though that might be proved difficult as the group that are rushing forward is already in range of the dreadknot. Catarina sees this and yells at the top of her lungs. “Fire!” Everyone, including Xialn ignite the cloth of the bombs by the campfire fire and begin to hurl the bombs out to the direction of the group. Five in total. The ringleader sees the bombs in the air and yells out in a tone that is only fit for the ears of sirens. The groups disperse at that slightest sound of the pitch and scatter like glass shattering. Each one of the soldiers marching forth spread around the ship and in doing so avoid the fiery explosions that came from the makeshift bombs. Quickly the groun

“There was a quenching spell added that after an hour, the site would go cold. Less collateral damage that way, provides a more targeted attack. I dislike being responsible for the death of countless innocents so I build in safeguards.” “You created these bombs?” Distracted from Jules, August re-evaluated Connery. “Warlock?” “Alchemist,” Connery corrected. “I have no magic. What I do possess is a wealth of wisdom and an uncanny ability to mix arcane ingredients to potent effect.” “Interesting,” August was thoughtful as he nodded. “So, the Van Helsings base has been destroyed and our pack members escaped before the explosion. A happy outcome all around,” he lifted an eyebrow at Jules. “How di

I had to leave the basement to teleport out, since my teleportation magic didn't work there. Carefully, I set Jennifer on the ground and retrieved a special magic bomb from my clutch, hidden beneath my dress. Jess's creation was designed to keep the guards incapacitated long enough for us to escape. As I set it off, Jess appeared, lending a hand to help me carry Jennifer. Together, we navigated through the dungeon's exit, only to find Venia and Dina fiercely holding off additional security guards.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

"I'll give you one last chance to call for backup. Otherwise, you won't have another chance anymore if you accidentally die." Aria glanced at him dismissively. "You really do talk too much." Quinlan raised his arcane implement high. "Manifestation." With a sharp whoosh, the spell materialized and surged toward Aria. She didn't even flinch as she curled her finger slightly, releasing an invisible projectile. Just as the spell was about to hit her, Aria had already destroyed his arcane implement. The moment the implement shattered, the manifestation collapsed. Without his arcane implement, Quinlan coughed up a mouthful of blood and stared at Aria in disbelief. "H-how did you destroy my arcane

everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own. The armory was controlled chaos. Marcus oversaw the distribution of Moonbane weapons—daggers that could disrupt dark magic, arrows tipped with purification runes, even a few experimental bombs that I swore would work. "You swear, or you hope?" one warrior asked nervously, eyeing the glowing devices. "Bit of both," I admitted with a tired smile. "But hey, worst case scenario, we all die together. That's kind of beautiful if you think about it." The warrior stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

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!"

"Explosives? Acids? Mutagens?" "I have a potion that turns people into chickens." "Temporary, usually." Arielle leaned on the counter. "I need anti-magic grenades." "Specifically, ones that disrupt Inquisitor shields." Aris whistled. "Specific taste." "Hard to make." "Inquisitor shields are frequency-modulated." "I'd need a sample of their energy." Arielle held out her hand. She summoned a small ball of purple Void. Inside it, a tiny spark of golden light flickered.

“Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact bomb.” Holding a tube of lipstick, she uncaps the bottom, dumping a powder onto the small table. “Wolfsbane, aconite, and powderize silver. It’ll kill most, and if not, it’s going to put them down on their ass for a few hours.”