Powder Arcane Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

Lord Ander’s face showed a slight change in hearing Arth’s name, then his side lip rose, “That explains the familiar alar … but how truly disappointing to see how the bloodline has grown weak over hundreds of years. You might have your sword, but your spirit is asleep.” “My spirit is awake,” Arth pointed his sword towards the demon and cast, “Potentia augendae …” The strings of alar seeped into the ice swords, causing their forms to glow brighter. Arth had learned it from Elicantris … alar could be used for a wide range of spell enhancements, and so he had tried enhancing his ice materialization. It worked.

“Is that smell cherry and Vanilla?” “Good guess.” Cain said. “Oren won’t smoke anything else.” “I would if I had to, I guess. I just don’t have to.” Oren puffed out a cloud of white smoke. “Now that we’re full and settled, time to get down to business.” Cain said. “First of all, as you can see by the conjuring of the food and drink, the magic here is plentiful.” He was talking directly to Loril now. “But it isn’t that way all over.” He took Loril’s hand, “You and I are Charmers, as Oren indicated. Female Charmers are better known as Diabolists.”

A language older than the Veil itself. “Luna… sanguis… responde.” The power answered. But not gently. Silver light twisted into something darker. Something crimson. Blood magic. Forbidden guardian power. Kael grabbed her arm. “You’ll kill yourself!” “Not today.” The crimson-silver energy exploded outward. Her shield doubled in strength. Then tripled. The Harbinger’s beam slammed into the barrier— And stopped. The creature paused. “UNKNOWN POWER SOURCE DETECTED.” Seraphine smiled grimly.

She gives me an awfully cold smile , "I could want it for more than just a potion but what does it matter to you, the options dampen our powers it awakens our hunters and dampen their powers so to you it shouldn't matter, but you should be a little worried, I heared the hybrid is your son ARTHUR

"This is the Resonance Stone. It's a sacred relic that's been around for over 1,000 years. It measures your level of arcane power and which realm you've reached. "All you have to do is place your palm on the symbol at its center and channel your energy. The stone will light up a different color depending on your level—yellow for Awakening, green for Foundation, blue for Core Formation, purple for Great Decator, scarlet for Arcane High Priest, and the legendary crimson Light of Ascension, which even I've never seen in my lifetime." The crowd sucked in a breath the moment he finished. A lot of the younger practitioners stared at the stone like it was everything they'd ever dreamed of.

They all stared at her with envy and fear in their eyes. "The subject has woken up but its mind Is in a state of confusion," A Chubby said, pointing towards the monitoring glass where a huge tube stood in the middle of an empty room. And inside this tube was a man with icy blue eyes staring back at them hatefully. Lora chuckled on seeing this," I guess we have a tough one here, get me my equipment, a baby needs a mama!" It's time to deal with some things! Erin was on his way to New York to check on the discovery of his parents but he met Lisa (Antagonist) who gave him an address and that was the last heard of him. It was then revealed that Lisa was a scientist working for an evil underground

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

Kaelen conjured flame from his gauntlets, lighting the chamber like a furnace. But the cultist—Aria’s great-aunt—was drawing power from the bond. Their bond. The obsidian altar glowed red. “Stop her!” Aria cried. But it was too late. The chamber cracked. The walls shook. A roar like the sound of the earth splitting filled the air—and from the altar rose a creature made of bones and blood, its form vaguely humanoid, its eyes glowing with crimson flame. The second Harbinger. Aria charged. Varek tried to stop her, but she was too fast. Her blades glowed with runes, slicing through the wraiths as she leapt onto the altar and drove her weapon into the creature’s chest.