Powder Hair Arcane Novels & Stories

I replied, my eyes returning to Aien, who was in an intense conversation with Akyran. “Magical hair?” Liam repeated dubiously. “Apparently the witch sells the strands to kings and knights as it has the ability to sew up wounds as if they never existed,” I told him absently. “He wants his prize,” Liam predicted following my gaze. “Not that he deserves it. You cheated to win.” “We did not,” I scowled at him.

I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure. “A -ing virgin siren,” he continued with amusement. “A very unusual commodity. Virginity is a misogynistic concept of course, but when it comes to spell components, the repressed sexuality does give a bit of a power kick that cannot be denied. Monks or other aesthetics’ hair is excellent. Years of repression there. Alright, let us get dressed. I have a book to read.” He released me and rose, reaching for a drying cloth as he stepped out of the water. He passed me a cloth as he worked his through his hair.

He turned around and threw the hair backward over his shoulder, tossing it behind him onto the rocky ground of the mountain top. And then something absolutely incredible happened. The strands of hair that had landed on the ground began to glow with a dark light. They started to change and shift and grow. The hair strands twisted together and multiplied, becoming thicker and longer. They began taking on form and shape and substance. And slowly, one by one, figures began to emerge and materialize from where the hair had fallen. Human shaped beings were forming out of nothing, being created from Vyrelen's own essence and power.

Just amazed. "It wouldn't take her long. She knew what she was doing. It's simple earth magic just refined," Penelope shrugged. "So, what's that?" I asked, pointing at the shiny obsidian power. "Silver laced powder. It will weaken the wolves but not by much. Just make sure none of you get the stuff on you. It's seriously difficult to take out because the black powder it's mixed with sticks easily." "This place is a maze, how are we going to navigate it?" Thorne grumbled, "It's not like we can tear this place down. Our loved ones are behind these walls and I won't risk hurting them."

“By chance, do you have enchanted hair?” “Huh?” I blinked, staring at Kennedy. “No. Why do you ask?” “I’m just thinking about why the board wants your hair. From what I’ve read, enchanted hair is very powerful so I was thinking maybe that’s why they are so interested,” “That’s not the case,” I shook my head. “My parents are grey wolves, and enchanted hair only belongs to a specific rare breed of black wolves,” “And wolf gods too,” Kennedy added. “Yeah, but there’s no way I’m a black wolf, talk more of a wolf god. Enough yapping, let’s get down to business,”

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

I wanted to see something so I casted my first spell and when I did my hair changed from Silver to Purple and my eyes from purple to silver, it was out of this world, then after it was casted everything went back to my normal color. I went ahead and told everyone that they could leave since we finished everything, and I wanted to find out some more information while I had a minute. We all had questions about these new powers and the amulets I decided that I would call my grandmother and see if she had any information that she might be able to share since she is an Elder of our Coven.

Her long black-cloud hair fell down to her waist, and there was a red scabbard on her back. The other one was a male in a purple robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old. With a bee-waist and an ape's back, his body line was totally perfect, full of power and explosiveness. He wasn't handsome, but possessed extremely even features. Slightly bundled by a linen hairband, his long purple hair, like a burning purple flame, was floating and dancing messily in the wind. His silver eyes, under the moonlight, were shining with strange and magical brilliance.

She had listened to him intently because she knew all that he was saying was true. She remembered how she had almost been caught by Gordon because she reeked of human scent and he could smell it. "I have realized that that has been quite a challenge for you especially with blending in so I decided to get a solution for you," he said. He then reached into his princely robe and took out a tiny intricately decorated gourd which had attached to it, a silver chain, and handed it to her. Hazel accepted it wondering what it was. "That is a powder made from wolf bones that have been burnt and crushed and gone through a ton of other processes, and it has the power to help you as a sheep, to be able

Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well. Her makeup was done in a smoky gray that made her blue/green eyes pop. A little blush and nude lipstick completed the ensemble. The dress itself was tight around her chest,and hung in a v nearly to her navel, then flared out at her knees. A matching set of three inch coral heels adorned her tiny feet, as well as a dainty gold necklace with a dragon charm that hung from her neck.