Powder Hair Arcane Novels & Stories

Ahaz raised his hand to touch her silver locks. “I always wondered how you have such a unique type of hair. Just like pure silver. But then I understood that the power of moonlight is hidden in them. Your mother put the healing power in your hair.” He tugged a loosen lock behind her ear. “This power healed your wound prematurely. I wanted to tell you about this but it was more important to take care of you at that moment, so I ended your pain with my healing power.” She was listening to him properly and suddenly asked, “Does this power work for me only?”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“You claim to be a member of the deviant splinters, and you don’t know the capital? Damn, it’s luxurious. Please take me with you.” “I thought you wanted to go after your brother?” “He is alive; that’s all that matters,” she replies playfully. Then she bends down and stuffs some dark powder on my belly and tries to rub it on my back, but I protest. “What the hell is that?” I ask in awe. “People pay huge sums for this. Even the great Emperor Bond wouldn’t be able to see this powder commonly. It’s for your injuries, and it’ll strengthen the wolf inside you. See, babes, one week with me, and you’ll become the most mysterious Luna in the capital.”

Her powers were restored properly and she could now hunt for the missing ingredients for preparing the weapon. Closing her eyes, Evanora focused into the past and landed straight where Scarlet was living her third life, as a human. Secretly, Evanora moved closer to the sleeping Scarlet and plucked one of her hairs. The which was physically present at two different places, but mentally with the sleeping Scarlet in her third life. Magic. It was her forte. “Perfect,’ saying that Evanora secured the hair strands into her hands and shut her eyes. The hair strands disappeared from her hands and landed into the third pot in her room and got covered with the fairy dust.

Arthur stated. “But that will mean he will become a rogue and that is not a life befitting of a Lycan,” Cara said and she used her magic to open the cage. “Come here,” she urged Adrian and he did. She put her hand in his hair and pulled out a strand causing him to inhale sharply. She then put her hand in her gown and brought out a potion. She opened the bottle and put Adrian’s hair in it, the potion immediately let out steam and it shimmered down.

She also noticed how everything was normal and finally breathed out in relief, “Just one more thing and we will get the result.” After saying that, she pulled from her pocket a strand of hair that belonged to none other than Dominic. After whispering the same spell she used earlier, her hand languidly let the strand of hair to fall and enter the beaker. The one purple colored beaker quickly took in the hair strand, causing it to disappear. Mona who at first didn’t notice any different found the hair strand that had reached the bottom of the beaker to resurface again. Except this time it had turned silver.

A couple of minutes pass before a voice calls out, “Next! Who’s next?!” “It is Hera of the Liddicoat Kingdom,” I answer. “You plan to become a citizen here?” A young man asks with suspicion in his eyes. “Tired of all the vampires there?” “Yes,” I answer. “And maybe,” I add. “What kind of spell do you use?” “Mostly elemental spells. Potions.” “How about combat?” “Not much.”

As werewolves, we could heal ourselves, and unless we were severely injured by wolf's bane, an average wolf could heal his or herself within seconds to minutes and it depends on the severity of the injury. I shampooed my hair with my favorite strawberry hair wash and I applied my favorite avocado oil after rinsing my hair clean, I loved avocado oil as it was healthy for the hair and also prevented hair breakage!! After cleaning up and patting myself dry I went to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom and looked at my face, I looked better already and all the dark circles caused by the smudges from my mascara were all gone!! My eyes looked a little bit dull and empty, I suddenly rememb

“Can’t you call upon the power from the Heart of Magic to heal you?” Slate looked at the arrow like it was a pesky insect only there to annoy him. He grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled it straight out with a grunt, letting it go as even more blood gushed from the wound. Shaking his head, he said, “I cannot do that, Nya.” Her eyes widened as the last chance she could think of to save him began to slip from her fingers. “What do you mean? It contains all of the power in the universe! Surely, it can heal a wound from an arrow!”

"Did you get it?" I nodded and handed her the jacket and pulled out the strand of hair from my pocket. "Which of this will do?" She examined the strand closely then nodded curtly. "Just this will do. Let's start." The ritual was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Arachne moved with a fluid grace, her hands precise as she mixed the hair with the powders, liquids, and crystals. The incantations she muttered were low and rhythmic, sending chills down my spine. The air grew heavier with each word, charged with a power that felt ancient and untamed.