Jinx Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

As the magic begins to take over, my chains break, and I am free. Jenny rushes into the room. "NO!" she screams. "Yes," I say, smiling at her. "I want that amulet," Jenny says. She walks toward me, but now I am more powerful than any witch in the city. I will kill them all and enjoy it for what they did to my family. Jenny rushes toward me. I put out my hands and freeze her without saying a word. Jenny falls to the ground. "UMBRA!" I call out for her.

A burning pain flared at her ear as a chill of death seeped into her body through her pores, causing her meridians to throb with pain. "Pfft—" Amelia staggered back several steps, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. This time, she could no longer suppress the turmoil within her body. The deathly energy of the Arcane Skill of the Netherworld clung to her like a festering sore. Once it invaded, it would ravenously consume her internal energy and corrode her meridians. She could clearly feel her strength draining at an alarming rate, and even began to experience slight dizziness.

Saying this to make me feel better? She blushed hard and she looked a little embarrassed as she said, “I might be a powerful Lycan queen but I cannot hold my liquor so I hardly drink wine. I don’t know why I am different from everyone but I just can’t seem to help it,” The hell?

He falls to the floor and groans, his body shuddering between shifting and remaining in his human form. Arkyn and I both look horrified at Alpha Fenriz’s reaction to the gem. “GET IT OUT OF MY SIGHT!” He bellows in the voice of his Lycan and Arkyn pushes me behind me before ripping the necklace out of my hand and shoving it back in the pocket of my jeans. Alpha Fenriz breathes heavily and peers up at us, his split crimson eyes melding into one while he tries to regain his composure. Arkyn’s grip on my wrist eases up, but he doesn’t move out from between his father and me.

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

"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.

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!?

A symbol that the ancestors are happy with the progress Lucindo is making? Lucindo bent low to slit the python's neck into the pentagram and while he got diabolical, chanting magical words over and over again, I charged towards him to snap his neck but he caught me with a pointed finger and gave me severe teeth gnashing migraine that felt like my brain would combust any minute. I fell on my knees, gripping my head and moaning on the soil. It was painful as hell and the sudden urge to dip my hands into my skull and yank out my brain overwhelmed me but I refused to give in to the whispers of the ancestors and the black magic of Lucindo.

They were chanting in a low, guttural dialect that made the air pressure inside the cavern drop, creating a violent vortex of wind that whipped across the surface of the black water. Jax stood at the head of the pool, his face twisted into an expression of triumphant madness. In his right hand, he held a massive, pulsing crystal that radiated a putrid dark energy. "The blood tithe is almost complete," the lead remaining witch screeched, her voice echoing off the cavern walls. "The earth will bleed, and the King will fall!" Marcus stepped out of the shadow of the tunnel mouth, his broadsword raised, his eyes flaring into a solid sheen of celestial fire that cut through the emerald glow of the

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h