Jinx Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

They weren't horrified by my mother’s cruelty; they were fascinated by it. “Did you see?” a cousin whispered loud enough for the wind to carry. “The Tyrant actually has tear ducts.” “She’s probably just angry she didn't get the inheritance,” Bethany added, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy as she sipped her champagne. They didn't see a daughter being disowned. They saw a high-stakes glitch in a perfect machine. To them, my pain was a performance, and they were waiting for the encore. They all believed the rumor—the one that defined my Tyrant title. Three years ago, a man who threatened my father's firm vanished. The world believed I had him dealt with. I let them believe it. Fear w

"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.

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.

Following those words, Vice City Lord Anderson took the corrupted object away from Mistaken Fox, and Mistaken Fox was given a system prompt, followed by him being enveloped by a ring of light, signifying that he leveled up. While Mistaken Fox took a moment to examine his new stats now that he's gotten to level 20, Vice City Lord Jameson took out a piece of blank paper and wrote it up before putting it into an envelope and sealing it with the City Lord's seal for SC Pier City. He then made a cough, attracting Mistaken Fox's attention before he spoke, "Recruit, I can see that you are an Arcane Summoner. That's not a class many gain access to in these parts, so you obtaining it means that it is