Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

Rotten scraps, trash, not worth a shit. Tears spilled over, and like a dam that breached, they kept on coming. Pouring down my cheeks as the perfect display of my own body deceived me. Doing my best to pretend they were not there, I kept glaring at Arcane and wishing I could fucking growl at him! So loud he pissed his pants and fell to his knees, begging for mercy! “I don’t want his mark, your mark, or whatever it is! Go away!”

Dark violet magic flared around her fingertips, connecting directly with the shadow runes embedded in the wooden supports below the Crest. "Kael! Jump!" Garrick roared from the upper ledge, extending his hand. Kael kicked the lead warrior back, spun around, and lunged toward Garrick’s outstretched arm just as Ariana unleashed her power. *BOOM!* A tremendous shockwave of Umbra-Regis energy detonated beneath the stone shelf. The mountain ridge gave way with a deafening roar, sending thousands of tons of rock, snow, and Silver Frost vanguard troops tumbling into the deep abyss below.

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

her voice thick with grief resounded within the room, breaking both the protective barrier and sound barrier in one move. “Tara,” Alake and Ella called from outside the room, running towards her. In brief, a moment of clarity Tara allowed the gold arcane marks which now took a larger part of her skin to quickly recede and quieted her magic before she reached for her grandmother and broke into a mournful sob.

The parchment shuddered. Freda lifted the parchment, the girls’ blood now glowing faintly against the page. She began the chant—ancient Yoruba, passed down through her maternal line. Pru joined in, her voice layering over Freda’s in Haitian Creole. Rita hesitated, then added her own words, a whispered incantation in Sesotho, gifted by Gogo. The languages wove together, a tapestry of sound and power. The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke.

He placed his both hands on each side of the ball and cites an incantation using nymphs’ language. “Here and now, I evoke the elemental force of water, the fluid of infinite shapes and forms. Flowing source of adaptability, emotion, and life. I seek the pure spring within that I might drink deep of change, relationship, nourishment, and grace. I call you forth to wash away all that needlessly binds and to move fluidly in this world. Ocean and river. Ripple and rain. Water, I call thee hence!”

One of the nobles who were on the Second Prince's faction indignantly said. "Count Bolton, what made you think that not choosing a jeweled eye possessor was an exception? Don't forget that the Holy Maiden before Princess Kristina was a lowly commoner borne from a slave!" One of the Second Prince's advisers said, "They may not have chosen the previous Saint Archmages as the Holy Maiden. But that doesn't mean that they wouldn't do now! Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea was the only jeweled eye possessor that was borne from the highest concentration of magic of the Saint Archmage and the most divine power of the Holy Maiden!" The adviser glanced at everyone and bowed his head to the Second Prince.

he told her. Queen Hazar smiled and waved to the girl with green highlights. “This is Karya. She’s a dryad or forest nymph, if you will,” she said and Lily couldn’t help but wonder how much weirder her world was going to get. The girl nodded and stepped up to her. “S’up hybrid,” she said with a quirky smile and Lily smiled.

The last rays of the sun danced across my face, illuminating the glittering powder within the container, and sending shivers of excitement down my spine. My voice trembled with excitement as I stuttered, "Is that...?" but Raziel finished my sentence for me, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "Yes, it is," he said, handing me the small, delicate jar filled with the shimmering, iridescent powder. I took the jar from him, my fingers wrapping around it with a sense of reverence, and inspected the contents carefully.