Powder Hair Arcane Novels & Stories

Her blond hair was covered in vomit. "Archon, we have to save her. We need her to help seal the witch. Help me." Warren called the eidolon, and the spiritual essence wrapped around his body protectively. "Warren to Scald Crow, I found the chosen, I don't know what she took, but it's killing her." He pried an eyelid open, and a fierce lizard eye stared into his. "Her face looks like it's altered," He pulled the stringy black hair away from the head and saw green pointed ears. "Why does she have green and pointed ears." "Goblins breath," Jack's voice said in a low tone. "Someone created it in the middle ages. We had quite the time getting it under control."

I smiled. “Remind me of my pup. He also has unique hair like mine,” I said. I said it was unique because it’s only the princess and now this baby that has golden hair in all the fae kingdom. I don’t know about her other baby, though. She smiled, nodding her head. “About the powder?” I asked. “Oh yes, I could make some before their birth,” she said. “Can I see it?” I asked.

I brush some of the hair out of her face as she’s on her side facing me. Ari is beautiful with her black wavy hair. Her hair has natural gray highlights that blend perfectly into her dark hair. It almost creates a smokey effect, especially with natural light waves. She has an ivory complexion. Her dark blue eyes with a hint of violet around the irises pull her appearance together. Her nice sized boobs, sweet little curves, and cute ass only add to her appeal. I also love that she has the cartilage of her right ear pierced with a black hoop earring. She’s perfect for me. I didn’t expect to feel this drawn to her, but the warlock familiar bond is unique. It’s a fated partnership that tends to

He's definitely done with the formalities. Alright, so that's how he wants to play it. Cool! I close my eyes for a bit and let the power flow through. When I open them again, I know that my eyes are now a glowing grey and a lying down crescent has probably also appeared in my pupils. An added strand of my hair also turns grey whenever I decide to use this power, the power of the moon warrior. As one of the moon goddess' warriors, I can see the rest have a hard time keeping their heads up. That's another proof that Arnold is a Warrior's mate. Only our mates would be able to stand it when we are in our warrior forms.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱ "What do you think of that?" Abbadon asked me for the fifth time and I denied it. "It doesn’t seem enough..." "Hummm..." she pulled another mask, now had details made with gold wires and rubies. Two serpents joined at the end, intertwining. "That?" Smile, a big, wide smile. "This is going to be the one, but..." I touched my hair with my fingertips "do you think Dad would allow me to use magic to change my hair color?"

She stuck her hand into her purse and got what looked like foundation powder. "Make-up?" Caspian asked as Lady Priscilla laughed, opening the lid to the container of powder. Lady Priscilla laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Nope, my dear. This is an imported powder from Taris—one of the witch realms. Makes you vanish from sight." I watched in awe as Lady Priscilla sprinkled the mysterious powder on her feet. The room shimmered, and suddenly, they were invisible—like ghosts slipping through the fabric of reality.

Ivory’s hands shook, she hid her hands so the others won’t see, she couldn’t believe she just escaped from death. ‘That’s a relief’ Nara commented. Ivory stared at indigo’s sword; she wondered what type of sword it was that it could pierce through the bear’s thick hide. The sword looked like it was made from a bone of a creature. ‘That sword is indeed made from bone but it was made from a bone of a phase five air elemental’ Anita commented. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry.

"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." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

Recognizes me. "Tom Cracksman. Magnus's debt-holder ally." "I need your warriors. For magical counterwork. Not combat." "Explain quickly. We're busy." Silver-hair beheads a vampire without looking. "Hermetic Order is building mass capture spell. Underneath battlefield. Will trap everyone when complete. I need fae help to break it before activation." "How many?" "All thirty. This spell is massive. Ten human mages collaborated. Need overwhelming counter-force." Silver-hair considers. Three seconds. Decides.

I want to carry on with our journey. I looked at the blue-haired Zale and he was packing our things. So am I being discharged? He looked at me and smiled. I stood up and my long hair was swayed by the strong wind. I saw the red strands and just looked at them. My hair color changed after I saw my mother who has Bright red hair with highlights of black. I turned to the mirror and saw my red hair that was highlighted with white.