Powder Arcane Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

Azael looks at me askance. -A lady who sometimes comes to clean, has been taking care of me since I was little. - Suddenly I want to know more about Azael's life, but knowing how little he likes me to ask him things, I decide to shut up. Meanwhile, he opens and closes cabinets until he takes out a jar with macaroni in it and another with tomato. - Macaroni? - Mmm ...- I say, starting to starve- I love macaroni -Azael puts them on the counter and approaches me with a seductive face. I, however, back away.

“How did you do it?” “A key hidden in the crack in the wall,” he answered. “A few magical scrolls were in the chests, but they vanished after I read them.” He described the scrolls as having a green tinge to them and inscribed in an ancient text. Xiyu recalled Muxue Yan’s wife, the deity Ao Yun as being a deity that not only practised arcane magic but also possessed divine power. Her enchantment magic was only a small branch of arcane magic. If the scrolls didn't hold arcane magic, it was possible that it was divine magic, which constituted of healing and other health-boosting power.

ARC 14: NEW AVALON WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, intense non-consensual and dub-con scenarios, heavy power imbalance, bondage spanking, degradation, humiliation, edging, orgasm control, rough sex, fingering, oral, creampie psychological domination and mind-break elements All set in a superpowered world P.S- This is a new setting entirely and isn't related to the sensory overlord world. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits.

The orb pulsed faintly in Aria’s hand as she stood alone in the arcane vault. Its soft glow cast ethereal shadows on the dark stone walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t been disturbed in decades. Every instinct in her screamed that this was no ordinary relic. It was alive. Not in the way of living flesh, but in the way of ancient memories preserved by magic older than the wolves themselves. She placed the orb on the altar in the vault’s center. Symbols etched into the stone flickered to life, glowing with blue fire as the orb reacted to its new environment. For a moment, the air vibrated—charged, trembling.

Once they’re in place, he pulls out a lighter and some white powder. "Now, this is Amarith powder. It is specially made by mages to detect whether two people are related. If they are, the flame will turn blue, and if they’re not, it will turn black." Charles begins to explain as he pours some oil onto the plate and lights it on fire.

he turned to look at Inspector Eallric who had his mouth and eyes wide open, “and others as useless as trying to fill up a sieve with liquid. And I could get away with all this which I'm sure would have been forbidden in the normal world for I had no restrictions.” “And what are some of the spells you - created?” Arron asked, sending a large lump of saliva down his long throat. Never in his life had he been this close to anything extraordinary or more precisely, magic. “That will be the story for another day, sir. It's best we focus on the situation we are on now. This might sound crazy, sir, but there is an alternate universe.” Couple of murmurs of ‘What?’ and a remark from Troef'ny Uthane

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.”

But even as I said it, I felt Maya through our connection, felt her struggling against something, being drawn north despite her will. "The Academy was never the target," Alaric continued conversationally. "It was the lure. Draw you here, split your forces, leave the real prize vulnerable." He looked at Nova with grandfather's pride. "She doesn't even know what she is. Raised by humans, taught to suppress instead of embrace. All that power, locked away until crisis breaks it free. Magnificent." Professor Aria moved her hands, weaving something I couldn't identify. Not phoenix fire, but old magic, Academy magic, the kind that bound and warded. Alaric noticed and smiled wider.

"He told me. I was worried about the essence being close to my son. Especially if it could possess him." She reaches for a small glass vial of mystical powder. It's iridescent, shifting between silver and deepest crimson. The moment she uncorks it, the air grows heavy. She tips the powder into the bowl. The reaction is instant. The essence convulses, screaming. It thrashes against the salt-and-ashroot cage, but the powder eats through it like acid. Black smoke billows up, thick and choking, before the whole mass collapses in on itself and turns to fine gray ash.

“Rowan claimed he saw Lord Seraph sprinkling black powder in this exact spot earlier today. A bird landed on it and died instantly, shriveling up as if life had been sucked out of it. I came back to investigate and found this remaining under the leaves. Tell me what it is.” Elara stared at the powder for a long moment, her frown deepening as she raised one hand and let faint blue light glow from her palm without touching the substance. “It is similar to the poison we found on Seraphine’s soldiers,” she said slowly, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of knowledge. “The same necromantic base that causes the black veins and the unnatural aggression. But this one is different. This versi