Jinx Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

I didn't even look at the tag I kept on gulping it. Suddenly it was snatched away from me by Jade. I forget she was here. Before I opened my mouth to complain but the only thing that came out was vomit. I puked all over her golden dress. OMG! "I'm so sorry Jade" I muttered before going upstairs to my room. I locked the door and sobbed bitterly. This is a part of me I hate. Crying. Because I didn't know how to control my life.

He was right in front of her, dropping down for another pass. “Stay behind him!” Nya shouted to Ruby, who couldn’t answer her in her current form. She had no arrows, but she had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Just as Gavin turned to fire at a large Beelzanborg soldier on his left, an arrow came from the other direction. Nya sensed it with her sixth sense, and as it sailed at him, she shouted, “Gavin, duck!”

“I didn't leave and go back to my own house, if that's what you want to know. And I'm sorry. The answer is one more of my little secrets that you're just going to have to wonder about. But trust me. I’ve got the liquid sunshine. Joy is taking care of.” She focused on Randy. “Each of the other ingredients needs to come from a different person.” She handed him a vial of transparent glass. “I need you to get Justin's tears. You can thank the Huntsman for breaking his heart because those are the perfect sort of sadness for the concoction I need as an offering.”

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The vanity mirror was a vast, silver-backed sheet of crystal that spanned the entire length of the marble wall. In its reflection, I didn't see the Tyrant. I saw a ghost with long blonde hair, eyes like frozen lakes, and a charcoal silk jumpsuit that looked more like a bruise against the blinding white of the room. My heart hadn't just stopped; it had been seized.

"Ariana, honey, that was... very creative." "I didn't mean to make glitter!" I stomped my foot, and a tiny spark of actual purple lightning hissed near my toes. "I wanted to blast it! Like you do when you’re mad at the Council members!" Dad stood up, shaking the glitter off his pants. He walked over and knelt down so he was at my height. "Your magic is tied to your feelings, Ari. When you’re frustrated, the magic gets messy. I don't know if I have told you this, but you're named after a very brave woman, my old friend, Ariana. She was strong because she was calm and courageous."

He wouldn't pay a single cent and stood there with his hands on his hips, looking completely self-righteous. "That jinx fainted at the company, so this counts as a work injury. Our family has no money." The company manager saw me writhing in pain on the hospital bed. Afraid I would die, he softened and helped cover the hospital fees. Dad left, leaving me barely alive. No one from the family came to see me. All I wanted was a little bit of love. How naive I was. After nearly dying, I realized I should have cut ties with them years ago. But if I left home just as pathetically as I'd lived there, I would be unworthy of the "jinx" nickname I'd been called for years.

“They’re still trying to figure out how to get past his control.” Arkyn is silent for a moment, his eyes locked on Zane, assessing him. Then he nods. “Alright. We’ll need to figure out how to counter this spell. Legion, reach out to your grandmother. See if she knows anything about reversing this kind of magic.” Legion nods, though his gaze is still locked on Zane, like he’s waiting for an excuse to tear him apart. Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking.

When the nurse brought her medication, she'd scream in terror, "Jinx! Jinx! Stay away from me!" She refused to take her meds or eat. It was like she had trapped herself in the ten years when she called me a jinx. Doing this was her way of living through my torment. I watched her and felt a pang of sympathy for her. Then, I hated myself for it. No one sympathized with me back then. "Sharon! Sharon, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! You're not a jinx. I am," she cried out hysterically. "No!" she said bitterly. "It's all Mr. Reyes' fault! He lied to me! He ruined Sharon's life! Sharon, if you're seeking revenge, go after him!"