Powder Arcane Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

I hated hearing his name. “He will not touch her,” I said. “That is why you must remain calm,” she said sharply. “Anger is what he wants. He knows how to use it against you.” She walked to a locked chest and opened it. Inside were items that were older than the pack itself. Ancient relics. Objects that carried power from a time before our kingdom even existed. She took out a small silver box and opened it. Inside was a dark powder that looked almost black. “This,” she said, “was made by the first Lunas of our bloodline. It can hide marks, bonds, and magical traces.”

But Raya wasn’t ready to face whatever that connection meant. She averted her gaze. “Riven,” she said without turning. “Prepare them.” Riven stepped forward and gave the elders a sharp look. They nodded, moving swiftly to obey his silent command. The elder closest to Raya pulled a small pouch from his robes, the powder inside shimmering with a strange iridescence. With great care, he approached the rogue, muttering words of ancient magic under his breath. His hands shook slightly as he sprinkled the powder over the rogue’s body, watching as it settled against his fur.

Without ceremony, he dropped the tea bags into the cauldron. The moment they touched the metal, the air shifted violently. Orun lifted his staff and began chanting, a language only known to shamans like him, old and sharp, the kind of language that cut through time instead of bending to it. His voice rose and fell in a rhythm that made my wolf stir uneasily beneath my skin. “Exuro maleficium… revelare veritatem…” He reached into a leather pouch and scattered a fine silvery powder into the cauldron. Smoke rose instantly, thin at first, pale white, curling upward like a living thing. Then came another powder, deep crimson. The smoke darkened, streaks of red twisting through it.

The scent was biting, very earthy, and metallic, like dried blood on sand. Elora flinched but didn’t pull away, causing him to smile. Azrion held the powder in his palm, whispering an incantation in the Old Tongue. “Saere luma, vidar ethra, telas mori.” and then blew the powder into her face. Elora’s head jerked back, as her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t tell what had unnerved her the most. The smell, or the violent visions that seized her mind once she took in a breath.

The storeroom also has a magic array, which can theoretically keep food looking the same even after ten years, as long as the energy source is constant, but cannot preserve living things. On the third floor is the Arcane Garden, which is used to grow all kinds of magical plants and can be thought of as an indoor garden. Each room is separated by large transparent crystals that can simulate different plant growth environments as needed. This floor also has a cistern that leads to the water element world to water the plants. This magical Arcane Garden was the first time everyone had seen it. Some of the plants inside could not be seen in the main world, which made many people want to see it ag

“You’re going to be able to figure out how Hawthorne staged my death, right? You’re a shaman, and it sounds like you’re a necromancer, too. Fake bodies ought to be right up your alley.” Arik sighed and propped himself up against the wall, crossing his ankles and also crossing his arms over his chest. The t-shirt he wore showed the tattoos on his arms, and I didn’t know a ton about magic, but…yeah, shaman. Those swirling runes and arcane patterns couldn’t indicate anything else.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension. Lucifer, Damon, and Arnette entered the dimly lit space, where the witch awaited them by a large cauldron. She was a frail-looking woman, but her eyes held a depth of knowledge and power that commanded respect. As they approached, she motioned for them to sit on the worn chairs positioned around a small table. "You’ve come," she said, her voice soft but laced with urgency. "I’m glad you did. I’ve been reaching out to the spirits, seeking answers about the Old Alpha. What I’ve found… is troubling."

He waved him off. “Uncle.” Divine pleaded. “You. Are. Dismissed.” Zenith enunciated again and Divine released a deep breath before turning to walk away. He suddenly stopped and his eyes lifted up to the air. “Hîn yeas tû kvm, yhù wīl bëë hâlön. Nö ônę tø bëë bëcäîdë yhù. Silver… Aconite… A Shard… A Drop of Blood… Ritual abandoned… Another One made.”

Maybe they are, maybe not. I shut my eyes and listened to the whispering of the winds. “Can you find where they have kept Diana?” Alpha Urza asked. “The basement,” Archer and I said at the same time. Archer was a copy wizard. A rare kind of wizard who could copy all kinds of wizards. In simple words, using the right wand and magical tool, Archer could easily control and extract mana from any element. He could be a light bender or a Darkian, depending on the wand and tools he used.