Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

She dreamt that her only friend died in a tragic death, slit by the throat and was flung to the air — and was crying as she took her final breath. ‘Luntian.’ She heard the name of the black Shaman, recoiling and repeating in her mind in a rhythm. After doing her morning ritual, Mayari Tabbu immediately went to the room where she does her magic. The Sorceress grabbed the bowl full of powdered minerals, an ash-like substance infused with zirconium, potassium nitrate and charcoal.

I didn't even look at the tag I kept on gulping it. Suddenly it was snatched away from me by Jade. I forget she was here. Before I opened my mouth to complain but the only thing that came out was vomit. I puked all over her golden dress. OMG! "I'm so sorry Jade" I muttered before going upstairs to my room. I locked the door and sobbed bitterly. This is a part of me I hate. Crying. Because I didn't know how to control my life.

I repeated, confusion knitting my brow. “In this world, arcanios are those born with special powers,” he explained, his eyes sharp, studying my reaction. A wave of fear and excitement surged through me, clashing within like a storm threatening to consume me. My breath quickened, and my hands clenched involuntarily at my sides as I locked my gaze onto him. I searched his face for any sign of deception, any crack in the facade that might give away a lie. His expression remained composed, but the intensity in his eyes hinted at the weight of something monumental, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.

I said, assuming that Luka was known in the game as Unknown User. “Unknown User has denied a wedding ceremony, does Player Reyna still accept?” “Yes.” I repeated. “Congratulations, Unknown User and Player Reyna have entered a sacred marriage. The marriage is definite and will be uploaded into the Arcane Realm system. Please accept these items as a wedding gift.” The automated voice said as another screen appeared before both Luka and me. “What does it mean the marriage is definite?” I asked.

"Is that why I almost took Leyton’s clothes off in the middle of a hospital hallway? Because I was 'building power'?" "Procreation is a tool," Sombra says, sounding annoyingly prim. "But for you, it is a secondary effect. You are fueled by a different source." I think back to the first time I felt that surge. I remember feeling more alive afterward, more capable. It wasn't just a physical release; it was like a battery being charged. "I think I get it," I mutter. "But you mentioned something else. About the strength of the arcane." Sombra hesitates. The mental connection ripples with a secret she isn't quite ready to drop.

said the shop owner who realized. “Every 100 grams for gold fairy powder is 100 gold coins and 120 for Mana stone powder,” he replied again. "Very expensive," replied Altair who immediately responded. “My son, the items here are step items that can only be found in one place.” said the shop owner, pointing out the strange items in his shop. "To get these items people are willing to sacrifice their lives to get them." “Like powdered Mana, this powder only exists in the Bedros household.” when the shop owner took a small bottle from the drawer

The pain is too much for me to handle as I pass out and remember nothing after. I awake to a fierce ache in my cheek and mud now coats the wounds. I touch it as I pull myself up off the tent floor and hug my knees to my chest. CeCe sucks her thumb and plays with a zipper on the backpack next to me. The wolf is holding a dead rabbit, cutting away the poor animal’s fur. The sight turns my stomach and I look away. “It is clay from the river to stop the bleeding. The land provides by way of the moon. You need some meat to regain your strength.”

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

Keyah let out a yelp. “Sorry. We don’t get many visitors. Jeronimo doesn’t know how to behave around strangers.” Jeronimo the cat would give someone a heart attack, thought Aaron. Tara placed a thick sheet of paper on the weighing scales. Then she set about weighing the various powders. Once she was satisfied, she lit the fire under the pewter cauldron, adding the mixture of powders. From one of the drawers under the table, she retrieved a couple of dark glass bottles and added a few drops from each bottle into the cauldron. Purple smoke rose from the cauldron, filling the air with the scent of lavender.