Novel & Cerita Powder Arcane Alternate Universe

The pages flew out, covering her bed and the floor. "It wouldn't have even worked, your little revenge scenario," he said. "I'm more powerful than the spell that helped to create me." He turned his head toward her and blinked. Belle's breath stuck in her throat as his eyes changed from blue to black, to red, to yellow and then back to normal when he blinked again. "What the heck?" she uttered, pulling away from him. "People started to realise Caine was harbouring a demon, but I was better at hiding it, and poor Ricky wasn’t even aware of his own," he explained. "But thanks to the spell and your blood sacrifice, the unholy triad now belongs to me alone."

He pulled out the dagger from his back and said scornfully, “Who said that this silly dagger can kill me? Let me think… let me think… Caleb!” He grasped Caleb by his neck and said, “I knew I could never trust this mole. So, I changed the dagger he had procured just in case… see how right I was…” Caleb’s hands slumped to his side and he said in a defeated voice, “Everything is lost, Aurora. Our last chance for salvation…” “Poof! It is gone.” Adam said and roared with laughter. “Where is Tiara?” I asked shaking Aurora. I could barely make out her words as she whispered, “She is placed under Leiche spell…”

The same whispers moving through the pack. I leaned forward slightly, my eyes locking onto his. “I want to know exactly who she is,” I said, my voice firm as I pushed the gold closer to him. His fingers brushed over the bag, but he did not open it yet. Instead, he watched me for a moment, like he was measuring my patience. “The only way to know,” he said slowly, “is when she uses that power again.” My brows pulled together slightly. He reached beside him and picked up a small pouch, dark in color, tied tightly with a thin string. “This,” he said, holding it up, “is a dark magic powder.”

said the shop owner who realized. “Every 100 grams for gold fairy powder is 100 gold coins and 120 for Mana stone powder,” he replied again. "Very expensive," replied Altair who immediately responded. “My son, the items here are step items that can only be found in one place.” said the shop owner, pointing out the strange items in his shop. "To get these items people are willing to sacrifice their lives to get them." “Like powdered Mana, this powder only exists in the Bedros household.” when the shop owner took a small bottle from the drawer

To the shard hearts and souls, the alternate equivalent of everyone around, the birth of the artificial sins, the vessel needed to fill, Yin had finally taken to be the playwright. CAPRICORN- The 1st ark angel who pledges his loyalty to guard the beings God created. With his form of a sea-goat, he rules the ability of ice and cold, where he's destined holder and equivalent to the original, born alongside his existence is the ability to wield ice and withstand cold, all after the chaos that brought Yin on top once more leads the 12 of them to bind their part and ability to end the long-running war.

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

“Burned?” Kieran’s gaze flicked to me, warning. “Aria—” “Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t decide what I get to know.” Dax’s voice stayed calm, but the air around him tightened. “Your pack buried that pendant because it opens doors your council can’t lock.” Kieran’s eyes dropped to the black stone. “That stone doesn’t open doors,” he said, voice rough. “It opens cages.” A cold prickle ran down my back. “What cages?”

This ancient conflict, the scrolls revealed, was not merely a war for territory or power; it was a clash of ideologies, a struggle over the very essence of their magical heritage. The Lunaris, the scrolls explained, were associated with shadow and mystery, wielding magic that manipulated the darkness, the night, and the unseen energies of the world. The Solari, in contrast, were beings of light and purity, their magic drawing upon the sun’s radiant energy, focusing on healing, protection, and the balance of nature. The Obsidian Pack, they learned, was a splinter group of the Lunaris, warped and twisted by their dark magic, consumed by a lust for power that had corrupted their very essence.

She dipped her fingers into the pouch and sprinkled the powder over Lucas's body, starting at his head and working her way down to his toes. The powder seemed to dance in the air, shimmering with a soft, ethereal light. As it settled on Lucas's skin, it began to glow with a gentle, pulsing radiance. Zephyr closed her eyes, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. She whispered ancient words, her voice barely audible, as she channeled her magic into the powder. The glow intensified, enveloping Lucas in a soft, white light. He felt a strange, tingling sensation, as if the powder was probing deep into his veins, searching for any hidden remnants of the infection.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."