Powder Arcane Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

Lucien shouted, his fists tightly clenched as he brought them down in a devastating hammer-fist strike directly toward the stone altar. Selene didn't flinch. She didn't even draw a blade. Instead, she reached into her pocket and threw a handful of a fine, shimmering black powder directly into the air between them. The moment Lucien's solar fire touched the powder, a massive, concussive explosion of anti-magic energy blasted through the center of the room. The powder wasn't standard explosive; it was crushed obsidian laced with ground wolfsbane and stabilized silver nitrate—a compound designed specifically to neutralize the raw energy of the sun lineage.

He wanted to see her stand on tiptoe, to reach up to him with her lips and close her big eyes bright from excitement. Although this desire did rather complicate his previous plans — to completely suck dry the girl’s anarel, depriving her of magic. But, after all, someone else might suit for this purpose. Another problem was Angelina’s magic itself. Reive still couldn’t understand what was wrong with its source. He saw the thin black spirals, evidence of the make-up of a necromancer. But greenish streaks were clearly visible intertwined between them. Yet that just couldn’t be because it didn’t exist. One person couldn’t be a carrier of two types of power. Once one path was chosen it colors th

ORDER OF THE BLESSED AS GIFTED BY THE HEAVENS Etheral Scorchers; Blaze Bringers Siroccians; Air weavers Terramancer; Earth Healers; Water manipulator Anatom Diremages; control the heartbeats and the blood Veilwalkers; clone people bodies and powers Healers; heal the body Elemental Cinders; they fix things *************-*************** ARWYN Wyrm Town... Beneath my nails, traces of dirt linger from my daring descent down the chimney of the brick-layered fabric store two nights ago. The worth of that venture now weighs on me as I sit in the dimly lit room of the same establishment, anticipation thick in the air.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

It takes a few moments before he comes to the passage that he needs. The title of this chapter is called: “The Arcane Realm.” This chapter describes another dimension that is full of power that the creatures of Sky World call the Arcane. The passage goes on to note what this realm is, an untapped and unending source of power. With the power of curiosity, all creatures in the realm have been able to call upon this power, transferring their mana into a spell via a conduit. Troy turns the page that explains the transference spells and conduits. His pointer finger slides down the transference spells that mainly deal with movement such as transportation as well as contraptions that use arcane mag

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou