Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

“You’re crap at it, Angie – but I’m clearly talented at spellcasting –“ Angeline laughs and swats her hand at me but she doesn’t deny it – when Angeline did the spell we were at best able to tint our lips a different color. But when I did it… My best friend grins and picks up the little vial of greenish-grey powder that I have to spread across my palms to make it work. “Such a shame we’re running low,” she sighs. “If I’d known it was going to work this well I’d have bought ten of these.” “And Mahl would have flogged you for wasting all his gold,” I reply, smirking at her. “Seriously, Angeline, this tiny bottle cost more than what my father sends me for a season’s worth of clothes –“

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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

We see the wound, slight as it may be, and it ignites a spark of hope. "It's working!" Amara cries. "We need to keep pushing!" Daniel, David, and I enlist our elemental powers, channeling them through the Triskelion Stone. The thing begins to vibrate as our spells combine with theirs in a torrent of fire, water, earth, and raw arcane energy. We toss the accumulated force at the giant, right at the crack we had managed to create. The creature bellows in pain as its body shakes and pieces of its rocky flesh crumble away. But it is not over.

the woman whispered. She lifted her arm again, muttering something dark and ancient. The men Rhea had knocked unconscious began to twitch. One by one, they rose, their eyes now glowing brighter red than before—controlled by necromantic magic. Rhea’s heart pounded. She was surrounded again. There was only one way out. She tied her hair back into a bun, her chest heaving. *Focus, Rhea.* She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. A spark ignited within her. A surge of raw, uncontrollable power burst through her veins, starting from her core and racing up to her throat. It burned—wild and unrestrained. Unable to contain it any longer, she let it out in a deafening scream.

She was afraid that something would happen to her senior. Before she knew it, the members of the Witches Brigade had finished their ‘ritual’. Now two of them were standing on the left and right ends of the Angke powder. Both of them then raised their hands up. “The incantation will begin soon,” Lena said. The two magical girls took a breath before chanting the incantation together. “O sacred grains from the belly of the great Kamina...” WHOOSHHH Right after they started chanting the incantation, the Angke powder suddenly emitted a whitish blue light. This immediately surprised the people who saw it.