Powder Hair Arcane Novels & Stories

Although still partially transparent, her flowing golden hair and bright blue eyes made her seem as if one could reach out and touch her, something Oren knew all to well was impossible. “I believe I have finally found the one, Astra.” Oren said, “She is one of the most powerful Diabolists I have come across yet. It’s only a matter of time now.” “Oren,” the apparition’s voice was melodic but muffled as if she were speaking from behind a solid wall, “time to let this fantasy go. The ritual is too dangerous now. You remember what happened the last time you almost accumulated the required magical power.” “I have not seen a dragon in over two hundred years.” Oren said.

“Allow me to introduce Arnold, my second-in-line. This is Amy, a healthy she-wolf. I doubt she will be joining our group.” “Can I watch you feed – and afterwards?” “Don’t be greedy, Lumb. You know I find it boring.” “Please, Leander. You won’t even know I’m here.” I held my breath, staring from my bulging vein to the ‘expert’s’ shock of red, spiky hair. Some sort of wig yet made of straw? “Oh, why not? This is a special occasion, after all. Paranormal blood. I’m guessing it’s not for the faint-hearted.”

“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.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

I saw his eyes in all white and he was looking at me. “Who are you?” I asked him but he just smiled and turned into a woman with horns, and with a piece of black cloth that covered her face. She has black beads hanging on her head and smoke coming from her palm, Even her face was covered. I know that she is looking at me. Trying to hypnotize me and control me. Then she turned into an angel with six wings, thousands of eyes all over his wings, body, and on his forehead. He has horns too and then he turned into a human who looks like me. I am like looking at the mirror and my reflection is looking at me. He calmly smiled and grabbed my leg that made me slip and then he threw me. I smashed on t

Tricc, still reeling from the intensity of the experience, rose unsteadily to his feet, his heart thundering in his chest. Clutching his chest as if to steady the erratic beat of his heart, Tricc willed himself to transform back into his human form. Allowing Arnou time to rest and recover. But, to his astonishment, his hair, once a shimmering silver in his Lycan form, remained unchanged—a visible symbol of the legacy now woven into his very being. And his hair never reverted to its original black, after that night.

“They’re still trying to figure out how to get past his control.” Arkyn is silent for a moment, his eyes locked on Zane, assessing him. Then he nods. “Alright. We’ll need to figure out how to counter this spell. Legion, reach out to your grandmother. See if she knows anything about reversing this kind of magic.” Legion nods, though his gaze is still locked on Zane, like he’s waiting for an excuse to tear him apart. Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

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.

Calling out each character, I scrolled through until I found one that I liked. “Hobbit, Demon Slayer, Hunter, Angel, Elf, Fairy…” I stopped listing them as I froze on the fairy. Clicking the fairy, I smiled as I was transformed into a fairy. A mirror appeared in front of me, so I could see what I looked like. My hair was long and platinum blonde. My eyes were silver, with silver gems under my eyes and along my cheekbones. With a pair of beautiful silver wings on my back. I was about two inches shorter in the game than I was in real life, standing five foot nothing.