Jinx Arcane Bombs Novels & Stories

I said and smiled. “What the hell are angel bombs?” Brandon asked and Lucas smiled as he looked at me. “They’re filled with Angel’s Trumpet oil, when you’re cornered or in a snag you throw this at your vampire attacker, immobilizes them for a bit,” I said. “Shit you really did turn into a bad ass at that unit,” Chase remarked. “Please be safe you guys,” Rylee said where she stood next to Lucas. “We’ll be fine, we have Ryder with us,” Brandon said and I laughed slightly as I shook my head.

"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.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

In desperation, she sent Bryan to beg Zoey for help, knowing that she, as part of the Earl of Silverstone's family, had the connections and influence to secure a few pills from Arcane Sanctum. Upon hearing this, Zoey went straight to Rebecca's room. "I can help buy them at twenty silver coins each. How many do you wish to purchase?" "Ten… Ten…" Rebecca's heart was racing, her breath labored. Her eyes widened as she extended her palms, a mix of joy and greed glimmering in her gaze. If Zoey was willing to buy the pills, they might as well stock up. "So, ten would be two hundred silver coins," Zoey replied. "Would you like to pay with banknotes or silver ingots?"

"I'll wipe your bastard offspring off the face of the earth!" "Do it," I replied coldly. Miranda froze. Hunter and Seth stared at me with wide eyes, but Zane instantly caught a shift in my energy frequency. He immediately channeled the last of his golden static energy into my back, amplifying the resonance of our triple bond. "You think Thaddeus's ancient magic can't detect your explosive metal?" I shed my black cloak, letting the pure Lunar glow of my healer's blood radiate brightly, banishing the snowy darkness around us. "The second your men planted that bomb in the underground bunker, the earth roots of the sanctuary already isolated it. And you know what my purification blood does to Zu

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

Zinc. She didn’t know why anyone would name their child after an element, but maybe it was a code name. Anyway, Zinc was cool. A nerd, but cool. Most importantly, he had brought snacks from America that he shared with her, so they became fast friends. Tejano folded his sleeves up to his elbows. His face, highlighted by the projector, looked hewn from wood with all of its interesting angles and the severity of his features. He gritted his jaw before continuing. “Your team will be given a month to find out who among the inmates were implanted with the bombs. It’s a small chip embedded on the lower spine that causes the body to explode once activated. The death of the inmate would activate it.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”