Jinx Arcane Powder Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, the hall was at once lively as one item was auctioned after another. The rich and the powerful were all making bids competitively, with the Jankos, Soranos, and Lionhearts all getting absorbed. On the other hand, Frank remained in his corner for half an hour and sighed in relief. Fortunately—and despite refining the pill with his bare hand under the dire circumstances without equipment—he refined five Jade Marrow Pills with an emerald hue. It was an incredible pill. In a tome from Mystic Sky Sect, it only had one line describing its property: extends lifespan by twenty years.

"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.

"This is the Resonance Stone. It's a sacred relic that's been around for over 1,000 years. It measures your level of arcane power and which realm you've reached. "All you have to do is place your palm on the symbol at its center and channel your energy. The stone will light up a different color depending on your level—yellow for Awakening, green for Foundation, blue for Core Formation, purple for Great Decator, scarlet for Arcane High Priest, and the legendary crimson Light of Ascension, which even I've never seen in my lifetime." The crowd sucked in a breath the moment he finished. A lot of the younger practitioners stared at the stone like it was everything they'd ever dreamed of.

"Well, I won't hold back then." Morok smiled and slowly lifted the lid of the cauldron. Just gently opening a small slit released a refreshing fragrance that wafted through the air. "Wow, it smells so good. What kind of pill is this?" "It's the Enchantix Nectar!" Those who recognized it exclaimed in awe. The Enchantix Nectar was a rare pill. It was known to cleanse impurities in the body, improve energy flow, and was a valuable supplement. Such pills were usually only crafted by skilled alchemists.

“You’re crap at it, Angie – but I’m clearly talented at spellcasting –“ Angeline laughs and swats her hand at me but she doesn’t deny it – when Angeline did the spell we were at best able to tint our lips a different color. But when I did it… My best friend grins and picks up the little vial of greenish-grey powder that I have to spread across my palms to make it work. “Such a shame we’re running low,” she sighs. “If I’d known it was going to work this well I’d have bought ten of these.” “And Mahl would have flogged you for wasting all his gold,” I reply, smirking at her. “Seriously, Angeline, this tiny bottle cost more than what my father sends me for a season’s worth of clothes –“

Every arrows on Kaizer's side were burnt to ashes before they could reach a meter near to his body. On Jace, the arrows exploded by themselves. Jace used a spell for it. It was admiring for them because not all magian could cast that fast. Experience, knowledge and natural talent, the key ingredients for that. The archers pulled another arrow but before they could rocket another attack, Wink was high above. Wink's black skin was not for nothing. They were made of finren, a kind of metal found only on selected places of Zaenosh and on black dragons' skin too, like Wink. This metal was as strong as iron but as soft as the bird's feather. For that reason, the arrows were either bent or repelled

The herb storage room was extensive with rows of carefully labeled jars and containers holding everything from common remedies to rare ingredients I’d only read about in textbooks. “We have the best facility in the region,” Margaret said with clear pride in her voice. “Alpha Corbin ensures we have access to whatever we need. These herbs come from our own gardens, from trade agreements with other packs, and some from as far as the Eastern territories.” She pulled down a jar containing something purple and crystalline. “This is moonstone powder. It accelerates bone healing, and we’re one of three packs on the continent that can source it reliably.”

Ryan shouted. Dustin smiled. Then, he said, “Half an ounce of bezoar, half an ounce of ginseng, three parts of wolfberries, two parts of cinnabar, and one part of cinquefoil. Grind it all into a powder and use hot water to make it into a tincture.” Ryan’s expression shifted dramatically. His eyes were filled with shock. “How did you know my teacher’s cure? He’s only ever told me about it!” he said in disbelief as he pointed accusingly at Dustin.

Amelia found herself relaxing in increments, each one reluctant. She looked at the shelves instead of at him. Tiny labels marked the jars in neat handwriting. Moonmint. Ash clove. Wolfsbane. Memory salt. Truth rind. A jar near the end held what looked like dark red petals suspended in oil. The label was turned away. “Do you give tea to everyone who has a bad day?” she asked. “No.” “Just humans?” “No.” “Just people the Academy drags into your hallway?” His mouth curved again. “No.”

I say warily. Instantly, Casper's expression is cold, detached. He even looks slightly angry. "In the cup, is a mixture of herbs meant to sedate someone. Make them drowsy and vulnerable," he tells me, looking anxious at his own words. I gasp, the cup falling from my hands. The china shatters on the ground, the contents within soaking into the carpet by my feet. He tricked me...I had allowed myself to be lured into his psychopaths home.