Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

"He told me. I was worried about the essence being close to my son. Especially if it could possess him." She reaches for a small glass vial of mystical powder. It's iridescent, shifting between silver and deepest crimson. The moment she uncorks it, the air grows heavy. She tips the powder into the bowl. The reaction is instant. The essence convulses, screaming. It thrashes against the salt-and-ashroot cage, but the powder eats through it like acid. Black smoke billows up, thick and choking, before the whole mass collapses in on itself and turns to fine gray ash.

at him. We hear one of the warriors speak out " They've got to be around here some where, I can sense her majesty's aura," " Yeah, I can feel it too, it's pretty strong in this area," another one of them says. I cringe at the thought that we may get caught, because my aura is becoming stonger due to the full moon appoarching and my full powers are begining to stir. " Just makes it more of challenge," Steffon chuckles out looking like he was ready to pounce at any given time. Franticly rushing through scenarios of how to get away in my head, I come up with the one that will give us the best chance to get away quickly. " Brother,," I gentley say to get his attention. " I'm going to throw one o

“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.”

’s, witches, werewolves, and hybrids all living in one community. Working together. She did that. She was extraordinary woman, and I was lucky she was my mate. After her coronation there were some who were completely against what she was trying to create. My father was one of them. Being the Emperor of all lycans and werewolves, he felt like his rank was being challenged by your mother. With me at her side and her mate it made him angrier. He hated what she was. Hated how she was ruling. Hated that just by her bloodline alone she ruled over him. Not long after you were born, she explained to me how much power she held. She said that when she dies all her powers from being high priestess will

The difference is that she doesn't wear a long cloth on her head so that her pretty face is clearly visible. “Stop crying!” jerked Alpha Alaric as he wiped away the tears on my cheek. His forehead constricted vaguely with his lips squealing in annoyance. “If you keep crying, then your makeup will fade and make potential buyers dislike it. Your performance must be good so that I can sell you at a very high price,” he explained while smoking a cigarette and blowing his smoke into my face.

"I've heard of it before, but what exactly is it?" Marshal Barns nodded, sensing Danial's interest in the topic. "Elemental magic is the manipulation of the fundamental elements of nature," he elaborated. "These elements include fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. Those who possess the ability to wield elemental magic can harness the power of these elements to cast spells and manipulate their surroundings." "Similarly," Marshal Barns continued, "arcane arrays are intricate patterns of energy that can be imbued with various effects, from enhancing one's abilities to creating powerful barriers or unleashing devastating attacks. They are incredibly complex and require both innate talent and ye

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

"Did you get it?" I nodded and handed her the jacket and pulled out the strand of hair from my pocket. "Which of this will do?" She examined the strand closely then nodded curtly. "Just this will do. Let's start." The ritual was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Arachne moved with a fluid grace, her hands precise as she mixed the hair with the powders, liquids, and crystals. The incantations she muttered were low and rhythmic, sending chills down my spine. The air grew heavier with each word, charged with a power that felt ancient and untamed.

She selected one tiny jar and extended it to me. "I was looking for someone like you," she said. "Someone with a mother's heart and a brave soul." I took the jar with caution. "It's not poison," she said with a sweet smile. "It's powder. Very old. Very rare. If you mix it with your tears and say the names of your children out loud and leave it on the threshold of your home, it will break the curse. Put one of it in the center of the pack, then you are free”

Alaric advances on me, the wooden floorboard creaks underneath the force of his boots and he steps over the pile of ash, covering the distance between us in a blink of an eye. "I didn't mean to!" I sob out, trembling from head to toe. "I didn't mean to!" "Stop!" Alaric roars. "Just stop Kyra! Don't you dare cry over that piece of shit! Don't you dare!"