Jinx Drawing Arcane Novels & Stories

He takes the metal plate meant for his clock and places it in his pocket before opening the compartment. Inside the chest is a knife that is holster. The holder itself is made from black leather that has the words inscribed on the spine: “Leon.” Troy grabs the encased weapon. This isn’t the first time he has tried this and it sure isn’t going to be the last time. Troy walks over to the middle of the room and slides the rug aside. The wooden floor is marked with conduits carved in by a knife. Though these countless catalysts that are carved in have giant crosses in them which signified that these are ultimately failed attempts of the spell. The boy sits down at one of the edges of the canvas

"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.

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

He waited for the room to empty before he slipped into a dark, narrow hallway that led to the highest tower of the Iron Walls. The air was freezing. He reached a small stone balcony where the wind bit at his skin. A large, grey Raven was waiting there. Its eyes didn’t look like a bird’s eyes, they glowed with an unnatural, sickly yellow light. Alexander reached out, his hand shaking slightly. He untied a small scroll from the Raven's leg. As soon as he touched the paper, the smell of sulfur filled the air. He unrolled the message. The words were written in dark, shimmering ink that seemed to move on the page. It was a message from the Azrael, a creature who wanted Jinx just as much as Seraph

Cedric charged at Lucindo and gripped him hard by the neck. Lucindo chanted incantations and Cedric was once again flung into the forest. He pulled Suzy closer and snapped her neck with a wave of his hand. He snapped his fingers and the once dimly-lit field became illuminated with torches placed at pillars that were shielded from view magically. A pentagram is drawn on the floor alongside dark magical symbols drafted around. The pile of dead werewolves was in a section of the pentagram and they were marked with a crescent sign on their forehead.

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

"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.