Jinx Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

"The words were thick, muffled against the knuckles of his hand as I gave it a gentle squeeze. He must have been frantic. We had already buried too many of our own; the mere thought of losing me had to haunt him. It had to.Alaric pulled his hand from my grip. He offered a single, casual nod, turned on his heel, and walked out.I blinked at the empty doorway, utterly bewildered.That was it?I knew Alaric. He was a man ruled by cold logic, his heart carved from stone, his emotions locked away behind an impenetrable wall. The only time the word love ever crossed his lips was when he was burying himself inside me. I knew better than to crave his affection. Yet, as the door swung shut, I wondered i

she sneered at her again. This time Krystal didn’t hold it inside her but burst out laughing. “It’s people like you who look at themselves and think that they are gods that tarnish places like these,” Krystal mocked the witch. “What…?” the witch couldn’t even speak as she was angry after what she had said but she didn’t give a damn about her.

He murmured, “I let him used my body as if a grave, yet he's becoming cocky and dare to take over my emotion!” Meanwhile, the priestess of a bitch startled, reveal a shock in her sweet expression. She turn from the side and to the heart of the glowing forest more occasionally, until she stop to the old man, and ponderly said, “Whatever your decision is, you have no way to found peace, you sinner...” Her shock only express a bit of seconds, and she smiled the whole time, said to the white-hood army, “Continue the spell, and make sure to prepare for the worst. This is the time we've been waiting for...”

“You didn't just call me a loser a second ago, Kiara. Right?“ His eyes glowed with anger, switching from the bristish accent to his own. I smirked, knowing that the word loser had such a deep effect on him. Whatever the past, he held on to it for that word. It's none of my business, though. “Let…go…of…me… if…you…don't…want…to be….a…loser,” Uncoherent words slipped out of my mouth, my neck begging for a release. I could feel my lungs aching and contracting painfully due to a lack of air. My heart kept on thumping wildly, as if telling me if I'd let that grip remain on me for another minute, I'd die. “Do something, Kiara.“ My wolf urged me from the back of my head. The adrenaline surged throug

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Izzy’s body trembled with exhaustion, reeling from the previous weeks’ brutal games, where she'd been forced to endure arrow after arrow. Anika extended her arms, and Xanthea swiftly helped remove her bracelet before rolling up the sleeve. With her gaze focused on Izzy, Anika wove her fingers together, channeling the arcane energy to lift a chain from the ground. The chain danced to her fingers’ commands, wrapping around Izzy’s body as she extended her arms, binding Izzy’s arms tightly to her torso. Izzy's mouth hung open, but her scream was caught in her throat. Her eyes turned a deep shade of red.

Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

I ask. I’m afraid this is some kind of trick or another lesson or punishment. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. I’m a Lycan of my word. I swear it by the moon.” He looked up towards the sky, though the moon is mostly hidden by the trees, and places a closed fist to his chest. I’ve been around him long enough to know he thinks of the moon as some sort of God, and it holds some sort of power over him. He is crazy for sure, but he holds the moon in high regard, and I believe he will honor anything he swears upon it. At least I hope, but he can’t really be trusted.

“The crystals are what enhance that magic. Each color carries a different affinity. When paired with the right wielder, they strengthen what is already there.” That explained more than I expected. And somehow, it made everything feel even bigger. I glanced down at my hands for a moment before looking back up. “What about Corin?” I asked before I could stop myself. “What kind of magic does he have?” Garrick’s expression shifted slightly, not in surprise, but in recognition of the question. “Corin carries green crystals,” he said. “His magic is tied to nature. Growth. Balance. He can influence the land itself, guide the growth of plants, and in some cases, use that connection in battle.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.