Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

Alaric’s thoughts crash directly into my consciousness. “Kill him, Maeve! Stop holding back your silver energy! I can handle it!” Alaric’s voice roars inside my head. I stare into Eamon’s one blind eye. Every trace of mercy inside me disappears instantly. “You want my power, Eamon?” My voice deepens, layered with something ancient and terrifying. “Then take this.” I spread both my hands wide open. BZZZZT! A massive explosion of freezing black mist erupts from every pore of my body. The force is so overwhelming that it hurls Eamon across the room and smashes him into the far wall. The stone floor cracks apart instantly.

I did as bid, raising the cup up high with my left hand and ignoring the stinging sensation as the air licked my right. There was no point in worrying about it. It would be healed soon enough. The Hekate uttered the arcane language, her tongue moving as if she was testing the word out for the first time, even though she'd said these phrases half a dozen times. I knew from my studies that the arcane language was unlike any other known language, it was temperamental, the very mood of a single word changing each time it was spoken. You coaxed the arcane and it aided you, you did not control it. Once The Hekate got to a certain point, other voices joined in and then more until finally my voice r

She cried out in pain and I relished in the joy of seeing my enemy cry. “What... What did you put in the drink?!” She cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks as the pain hit her. “Dendro powder, an itching powder for wolves. It's very deadly but don't worry, you won't die. You will just leave me alone to have my party in peace!” I glared at her before walking out and locking the door behind me.

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

Charlotte took my disgust as permission to reach for him and jerk him to his feet, almost suspended from her hand as she hoisted him away from me. "I had no choice." His words squeaked out past her grip on his throat. Probably not the best handle. I waved at her and, with a look of absolute disappointment, she let him go. He coughed a few times, still smiling. "But I knew you were stronger this time, gave them a weaker dose so some of your magic would remain." Grumble, mumble. "What is it?" I shuddered inside at the emptiness he reminded me of. "Powdered crystal," he said with a broad wink. "My own recipe. Gets into every cell, blocks off what it can't siphon." He hugged himself, rocking bac

I grabbed it and rushed towards Mino. I opened it and poured the powder into my palm. I said a short prayer because this powder requires a royalty's prayer to be activated, but it comes with agony but I won't think about it. I murmured another prayer as I rubbed his wound on his head, and gradually I felt the pain on the side of my head and the slow leaking of blood from it.

She stuck her hand into her purse and got what looked like foundation powder. "Make-up?" Caspian asked as Lady Priscilla laughed, opening the lid to the container of powder. Lady Priscilla laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Nope, my dear. This is an imported powder from Taris—one of the witch realms. Makes you vanish from sight." I watched in awe as Lady Priscilla sprinkled the mysterious powder on her feet. The room shimmered, and suddenly, they were invisible—like ghosts slipping through the fabric of reality.

Nicolai got shocked when he saw how Owen look like right now. He immediately approach him while getting his handkerchief on his pocket. "What's wrong? What happened?" Worried, he asked the man who is crying without a sound. Owen looks like he's not on himself right now. His eyes is full of anger and frustration. It's like his crying because he is angry. "Damn it, enough shopping." Nicolai secretly gritted his teeth.