Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

Tristan from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion suddenly locked his gaze on Ashton like a bloodthirsty hunter who had found its ultimate prey, his gaze brimming with unrestrained fanaticism. "What is the Ninefold Arcane Technique?" Connor and Francis felt their hearts drop as a sudden sense of dread rose within them. "It is said that the Ninefold Arcane Technique is capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. I can't believe it's actually real!" Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Ashton with nothing but blatant greed.

Helena’s glowed soft green. Healing magic. The freed cult victims showed grays. Still tainted. And Aldric’s tent… “Do you see it?” Erica asked. I did. Oh, I did. Aldric’s aura had layers. On the surface: gold. Loyalty. Family. Purpose. But underneath, faint and hidden, something else pulsed. Dark red. Almost black. Hungry. Exactly like Seraphine’s had been. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed. Erica let go.

Once they’re in place, he pulls out a lighter and some white powder. "Now, this is Amarith powder. It is specially made by mages to detect whether two people are related. If they are, the flame will turn blue, and if they’re not, it will turn black." Charles begins to explain as he pours some oil onto the plate and lights it on fire.

Andrius opened it and saw a drop of thick, blood-like liquid inside it that exuded a strange aura seemingly capable of confusing minds. “This is called ‘Weeping Blood’. It can change a person’s aura when combined with my secret technique. However, I left in a rush and only brought three drops. In other words, after we take one drop each, we will only have one drop remaining,” Aria explained briefly to Andrius. Then, she began to form hand seals and instructed Andrius, “You can use it now.” Andrius did not hesitate to drink the Weeping Blood. A burning sensation immediately spread through his stomach, and Andrius felt his celestial energy starting to boil.

She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds. Kael: The arcane sorcerer, who had always been cautious with his powers, was confronted by a phantom version of himself wielding raw, uncontrolled magic. Kael understood that his true strength lay in mastering his abilities, not fearing them. He harnessed the chaotic energy and transformed it into a controlled force, unlocking a new level of power.

The scent was biting, very earthy, and metallic, like dried blood on sand. Elora flinched but didn’t pull away, causing him to smile. Azrion held the powder in his palm, whispering an incantation in the Old Tongue. “Saere luma, vidar ethra, telas mori.” and then blew the powder into her face. Elora’s head jerked back, as her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t tell what had unnerved her the most. The smell, or the violent visions that seized her mind once she took in a breath.

“How did you do it?” “A key hidden in the crack in the wall,” he answered. “A few magical scrolls were in the chests, but they vanished after I read them.” He described the scrolls as having a green tinge to them and inscribed in an ancient text. Xiyu recalled Muxue Yan’s wife, the deity Ao Yun as being a deity that not only practised arcane magic but also possessed divine power. Her enchantment magic was only a small branch of arcane magic. If the scrolls didn't hold arcane magic, it was possible that it was divine magic, which constituted of healing and other health-boosting power.

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

I cry out. I fall forward, and Libby takes me into her arms. "Not yet! She isn't ready!" Libby screams. Sonya backs away. Ryan rushes to my side. "Are you hurt?" Ryan asks me. He growls at the ancestors. "Back down, Lycan, she needs to start receiving her magic a little at a time. It is going to sting like a bitch!" Sonya says. I feel like my insides are burning. I breathe in and out slowly as the pain rushes throughout my body. "Just breath, Fallon," Libby says.