Jinx Arcane Powder Novels & Stories

“Amulet’s like that are dangerous, and using them is just as bad.” “I won’t have to use it,” Corvu’s voice responded, “, have you heard how much Daemonaria are willing to pay for an amulet like that?” “What color was it?” “It was an amethyst.” “Humph.” The barkeep sounded pleased, “Keep that one close. You never know where she got that amulet from. It might be why she’s here. Just see if she’ll give it to you.” They were after the amulet? It was just like Patricia said. She was human and understood that Daemonaria would want this amulet, and that included Corvu. He was only being nice to me to get to the amulet.

ARWYN I release the powder puff, filling the room with pink smoke. I scoff at the color, wishing Raith— Pete's Artificer— had chosen something darker. A smirk plays on my lips as the men cough and collapse, grasping their stomachs. The puff was laced with wildbane, a substance that weakens soldiers by slowing their heartbeats dangerously. I hold my breath and lunge for the window, but it won't budge. Cursing, I attack the window again, but it won't open. Frustrated, I give up and run for the smaller door.

I just looked at her. “Do you want me to call Robin to confirm that?” She asked but I didn’t answer. I just took a deep breath because it’s unfair that she knows all about me. She snapped her fingers and the wine and the wine glass for two appeared on the table. She opened the wine and poured on the glasses and she gave the other one to me. She lift her glass and said, “Cheers” “What for?” I asked after I lifted the glass that she gave me. “For finding you, for finding another fallen angel” She answered and drank the wine in her glass. I drank the wine and it made me ask for more because it really tasted good and I had never tasted a wine like this one before.

He ripped off her dress, grabbing her breast with his bloodied hand. He was about to bend her over when he noticed the frown on her face, "What's wrong my love?" Seraphina tried to focus her anger and not moan as he played with one of her nipples, "You called Aria powerful." Julian smiled, "She is but it won't last for long." He revealed a vile-looking artifact, pulsating with dark energy. "This is the Shadowbane Crystal. When combined with Aria's mark, it will corrupt the mark, amplifying the darkness and driving her to madness and destruction. Wolves would have no choice but to kill your sister."

I paste the URL directly into Celt's private channel and hit send. Inside his office at the Pack Healing Center, Celt opens the web link immediately. The site is a chaotic, low-tier human marketplace selling cheap incense sticks and basic bath salts for twenty pack credits a box. The wooden containers pictured on the page look faintly similar to the mahogany box Joxie had handed him, but the quality is night and day. Celt closes the browser app, a cold flick of annoyance darkening his eyes. If the herbs Joxie carried were just cheap, twenty-credit human trinkets, they wouldn't possess the subtle, lingering scent of ancient mountain magic he had caught when the lid was opened. She was hiding

I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him to his feet. "He is fine," he stammered, his voice quivering with fear. "I see he is not convulsing any more. But what is happening now, and when will he open his eyes?" I demanded, staring into his frightened eyes. "The phoenix ash contains elements of magic, at least, from what I can remember from the book. The rebirth of a phoenix happens from this ash. The silverroot powder, is also magical and used in preparing portions for different purposes. It's herbal-based and has some nutritional benefits, but carries properties beyond the natural. The combination of these two powerful ingredients, mixed with the other ingredients which are equally powerf

"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.

We thanked the archivist and sprinted back up the spiraling stone stairs. The next two hours were a frantic, highly coordinated blur. Ashren went deep into the geothermal caves, returning with armfuls of the vibrant, crimson Blood-Lotus flowers. I went to the armory and ordered the quartermaster to grind ten pounds of pure Northern silver ingots into a fine, glittering powder. We brought the supplies to the war room, where Jinx and Drax were waiting. We quickly explained the archivist's chemical trap. "We mix the crushed petals and the silver dust into the coal," I instructed, demonstrating by tossing a handful of the mixture into the war room's fireplace.

"Are you just going to allow Perry to die like this? Xena, sometimes you have to think more ahead. If he was willing to take his own life for it, then Felix must be guilty!" With that, Jaden took out an item. "This is what your uncle asked me to obtain a few days ago. Whether you want to use it is entirely up to you." Xena looked at the item. It was a small bag containing some kind of powder. She was confused. "What is this?" she asked. "It's something I acquired from Brandon, the miracle doctor. It's Truth Powder. Anyone who takes it will tell the truth when asked about anything. There won't be any chance for deception."

She dipped her fingers into the pouch and sprinkled the powder over Lucas's body, starting at his head and working her way down to his toes. The powder seemed to dance in the air, shimmering with a soft, ethereal light. As it settled on Lucas's skin, it began to glow with a gentle, pulsing radiance. Zephyr closed her eyes, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. She whispered ancient words, her voice barely audible, as she channeled her magic into the powder. The glow intensified, enveloping Lucas in a soft, white light. He felt a strange, tingling sensation, as if the powder was probing deep into his veins, searching for any hidden remnants of the infection.