Jinx Arcane Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was Jinx, a lone wolf who had been followed by nothing but misfortune and bad luck since the day I was born. I was a girl who had spent her life struggling to survive, not some divine being with the power to seal demons. "You've finally lost your mind, old man," Calhoun yelled, his voice echoing through the clearing. "She has the same face! The same irritating energy as that cursed goddess!" Azrael screamed back. "There is no way on this earth I would mistake the face of the person who made my existence a miserable, living hell for thousands of years. I see her every time I close my eyes."

"But you also have to promise to stop flying into rage like this. I’m already furious with the bastards in the dungeon for keeping me from Ron for three months. Do not give me a reason to take that anger out on you." Silence stretched between them. Deep purple pupils staring into crimson, challenging him. Both sides not wanting to give in to the other. As a Phoenix, Alaric was full of pride and it was a huge blow to his pride to be pinned down by an Elf, unable to move an inch. He couldn’t help but wonder, some days ago, his strength could be somewhat comparable to Zedekiel’s. How come Zedekiel seemed even more powerful now?

She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds. Kael: The arcane sorcerer, who had always been cautious with his powers, was confronted by a phantom version of himself wielding raw, uncontrolled magic. Kael understood that his true strength lay in mastering his abilities, not fearing them. He harnessed the chaotic energy and transformed it into a controlled force, unlocking a new level of power.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

The accusation cracked through the room. Jaxon immediately stepped forward. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “I should’ve been paying better attention. This happened because I lost focus.” The self-hatred in his eyes made my chest ache. But Daniel spoke before Dad could respond. “That bitch can teleport, Christopher,” he said flatly. “She practices blood magic and has the mountain witches backing her. This isn’t some easy fight.” His jaw clenched. “You should be grateful we even made it out alive.”

Zinjo transformed and roared, "Perhaps it is because you think of me like some animal, rather than a person. Yes, I am a werelion, but that also implies I am half-human. It is people with your attitude that prevents us from joining the world at large." The chair behind the desk knocked against the hardwood because Bathory hid behind it, "I see your point. Please forgive me. I get so excited about new knowledge I forget people have feelings." The yellow eyes of Zinjo softened, "You are forgiven, in the future be more careful of your words and I'll tell you everything about Kianzangi that I know." Aurelia saw an opportunity, "The word we are all looking for is anyway," She rolled her eyes, "

Both Arcadians looked at her — the girl they had once condemned to the pyre, now sitting as Princess Consort of Valros, turned vampire, eyes sharp and unafraid. Raven continued: “I was born in Arcadia Prime. My father was your High Priest. My mother was an Archdruid. I know the laws you uphold. But I have also seen what the Demonkin do. I have fought them. I have *died* fighting them.” She leaned forward slightly.

" Oh no, Iam extremely sorry, Jacen. You got injured because of me," I apologized and felt guilty of how I got trapped by this Maze trick. " It's not a problem. I will heal quickly, Baby." he consulted me and I watched his hands got healed slowly. He put the axe down and brought blue light through my power in the darkness again.

"Woah, were you Minnie, the birthday girl?" Minerva hastily looked at her right when she heard another voice asked. It was a little girl that was around four to five years old. Her light pink hair was in pigtails and her green jeweled eyes shone with curiosity. As for Minerva, although it was also a child who was in front of her, she was still a bit nervous. Especially that strange Marcus was here. She gripped on Julia's skirt as she nodded her head to the little girl. "Wow! Hello, Minnie! I'm Zinnia Soleil Zielony! I'm four years old! My father's Raphael Sol Zielony! And he was the youngest first-generation Saint Archmage!" The little girl, who was Zinnia, proudly said.

Jake said, flipping through the neck page of the letters he had received but he stiffened immediately at the powerful scent that wafted through his nostrils which had nothing like his Beta. “Fucking Holy Moon Goddess!!” Jake exclaimed the moment his eyes left the papers to see the figure that entered. His only friend and buddy he had almost practically abandoned due to pack activities. “You didn't tell me you were coming Raze!!!” He laughed and stood up to give a hard hug at the Lycan King who scoffed. “One would think you're so excited to see me, Jake, cut the crap. How disappointed are you right now?” Raze asked and he chuckled.