Jinx Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

“Tell that to the glass in your face. f**k. Lucifer’s going to be pissed.” I frown. I guess I missed that. Jynx walks over to the Crawlercicle and with a swift kick, shatters the Crawler into pieces. She looks down at the broken chunks of ice and Crawler bits in disgust. “Still think you don’t need me?” She holds out her hand and I take it. She easily lifts me to my feet. “You look like shit.” I smirk. “Well, that’s the look I was going for.”

I heard Amelia's voice and I hid the book in my locker. " Stop involving Jacen. Iam not with him right now," I shouted back. ..... Finally, the day has arrived. I need to kill her... Iam just kidding. Iam in witch spell class. It's a large hall with many students. Each assigned pair need to use their magic to disarm the other one to score points. That's doesn't mean we need to kill them. It's just a practice and I hope no one will be truly harmed. But I wanna hurt my opponent.

Name: JIN Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATK) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(R)]

She giggled. I growled at her, Jinx was still shrieking and shaking with pain on the ground. I couldn't bear to see my beta and best friend in pain. Anger rose inside me like a volcano that was about to erupt. I belted out a loud growl and I focused on my energy within. I imagined the witch's head being ripped off, that's the one who had Jinx in pain, suddenly I heard her screaming in agony, Jinx stopped wailing and staggered to his feet, he made his way back over to where Felix and I were.

Zyra exhaled slowly, her hands trembling slightly from the intensity of the spell. Marcus watched as Zyra placed her hands over the parchment, closing her eyes once more. He felt a shift in the atmosphere, a darkening as she summoned her powers. Her tribid nature—witch, lycan, and vampire—coalesced within her, making the air around her thrum with energy.

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

The silver light exploded outward, filling the entire hall. Spirit wolves materialized around me, their eyes blazing white. Gabriel's smile vanished. He reached for something at his belt. Another binding stone. But before he could throw it, an arrow pierced his hand. He screamed, dropping the stone. It shattered on the marble floor. I looked back and saw Rhea standing with her bow drawn, a grim smile on her face. "Thought you could use some backup," she called. Gabriel stumbled backward, clutching his wounded hand. "Kill them! Kill them all!"

"This is my best friend John, and next to him is Hunter, who's another Reinhardt as well." Benji smiled at them both but then focused on John. "Which family are you from?" John stared at him, the little happiness that had crept into his features this morning quickly vanished. "I'm not a necromancer." My heart hurt for him, and I scrambled trying to think of something to say. Avery squeezed my hand tighter. "Oh," Benji said. "I didn't mean to assume-" "He's a witch," Hunter said defensively, taking John's hand into his own.

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

Crossing my arms tightly across my chest, I smirk up at his sparkling sapphire eyes and I think that I have won this. But I was so very wrong... His large hands make quick work to poke, stroke, jab, and dance across my ribs, stomach, and legs. He’s fucking tickling me. The involuntary wiggles consume my body making me cry out in laughter. Tears start to run down my cheeks, I can't take it any longer. “ZAC!...I, I…. Stop I can't… Can't breathe!” “Not until I’m forgiven” “I…I forgive you.”