Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

Craig looks up at me and does his best to straighten up. “We followed the leads, sir,” he replies, looking me in the eyes, “that we gleaned from the conversation with the other priest, who wished to remain anonymous. They were…fruitful. We found this one’s lair, for lack of a better word. It was actually in a sewer – in an abandoned maintenance room. He was living there doing…” Craig hesitates and then shrugs. “Forgive me, Sir, for the dramatic language, but ‘arcane magics’ are the only words coming to my mind now. Lizard skins…and – and snail shells, in jars – he had a cauldron –“

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

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.

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

If Mara could snap that bond, she would shatter the queen’s position, leaving her no choice but to step down from command. Mara shut her eyes for a beat, digging deep, pulling the magic thrumming beneath her skin. It was a quiet power, old and terrible, yet it answered her summons. Her fingers danced above the surface of the Arkana, whispering verses of arcana that - more than just a collection of words - were strings that connected her to the pulse of the earth itself. The air buzzed around her as her shape began to tessellate, her skin stretching and twisting into otherworldly forms, the sides of her body warping and shifting like shifting glass.

“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