A Tale Of Magic の小説・ストーリー

I stare at her, stunned. “I know you think of these stories as tales,” she goes on, “but they’re our truth, m’lady. Magic is stronger this far from where you come from. Caelondor may have driven out the sorcerers, but here in Tassel—we do not question what we’ve seen with our own eyes.” She doesn’t know. She couldn’t. I believe in magic. I’ve seen it twist fate and save lives. Morgana used it to save Alec. To save Magnus. To save me.

At the castle, everything seems to be fine and blooming as the king received good news from the newly arrived knight, Sir Cedrick. Sir Cedrick arrived at the castle with his wounded limbs and broken armory. “Yes, M'lord. The coven is finally defeated.” The King rejoiced as he received the good news. A wide smile was displayed on his face as a sign of triumph. After a hundred years of battling with the mages, they finally got the land with no magic left. For they believe that those who use magic deal with evil and darkness.

“What does the tale say that will supposedly help us determine what is happening?” “Well,” said the Water Witch. “It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she re

I eased the heavy volume from its place, its leather cover cool and smooth beneath my fingertips. The pages told a story, a myth given flesh. It spoke of a great mage who challenged a creature of shadow and ruin named K'tthar, a being who had laid waste to entire landscapes in its devastating rampage. The tale praised the courage of the city's heroes who ultimately sealed the dark entity away, but it was a poet's account, not a scholar's. The prose was beautiful, the narrative heroic, but it was a song, not a schematic. It offered no names, no incantations, no specifics of the magic they wielded to achieve the impossible. With a sigh of profound frustration, I closed the book and slid it bac

He has two magic. On the mirror magic up, in front, we can see two ladies. One was holding a water ball and the other one has light ball, just like mine. At first, I thought she wasn’t able to control her magic that’s why it scattered to the whole arena but judging the look o her face. She was bragging. She was totally showing off. Light is a rare magic, during my father teenage years, he was the only one wo had it. That’s how rare it was. And it looks like in my generation, there’s two of us. On rare cases, when a mage is strong, Magic can be inherited from your parents but most of the time the magic itself can choose you. It looks like the latter’s her case. To me, I was strong enough to i

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

Bernie took a sip of the coffee. “You humans and your misguided values. A eugenicist decoded the book in hopes he could remove all the handicapped, and the slow-witted from the world. A single word changed the entire intention of his spell. Avalon and earth have combined into a single realm. In short, magic has returned to earth. As have all the creatures of legend and lore.” Bernie asked the question on everyone’s mind, “Do humans have magic?” Elphame rose from her chair and gripped Bernie’s double chin with a bejeweled hand, “Are your eyes normally blue?”

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

He felt uncomfortable as he hates the feeling of ants biting. After a minute of torture, he could finally pull out his arms and what he saw is a tattoo of the house sigil. “Good, it seems like you passed the test” he heard the headmaster saying then continued “ Now you can enter this door” Earth looked at him with a questioning look. How can he enter when the door is still not closed? “Am I supposed to say a magic word like Alakazam, or open sesame for the door to open?” he finally asked jokingly to ease the tension.