Black Magician の小説・ストーリー

The biggest worry was the kids, especially those born in the human realm with magic and didn't know it. In some cases, the parents kicked them out as soon as their magic manifested. Others turned their own children over to their government. The Seven Magics Academy wasn't having that. Which was why we'd gone to the hospital where the guy was staying. He had a broken arm and some fractured ribs. I used magic to sneak us into the room, and Professor Pops compelled the jerk to forget the magic he saw Sera use. Pops also compelled the guy to be kind. Gabe didn't like that Pops used compulsion on a human, but I thought it was amazing.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Magnus muttered as he sank into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. Knock. Knock. A sudden knock pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he said. Darmon, the palace’s head magician, stepped in and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, the energy orb registered a surge of unidentified magical energy shortly after the ceremony." Magnus straightened. "Unidentified?" "Yes, Your Majesty. The orb recorded a strange wave—an unusual color… purple-black. It felt… ominous." Magnus froze. The words struck like lightning. "Did you say purple-black?"

It was then I noticed that I was shackled to the cold wooden chair I was sitting in. There was some slack to my chains, enough so I could reach up and cradle my aching head. I hissed when my fingers crossed the large goose egg that was swelling at my temple. My hands traveled down to my neck, a thick choker was locked securely around my neck and it burned when my fingers touched it. I recognized this sensation. It was silver. Silver had always been some strange weakness of mine. Whenever I tried to wear silver in the past, it had always burned. Also, it suppressed my magical abilities.

Norman waved a hand impatiently at Martha. Martha lowered her head quickly and left the study. "Mr. Ballard, tell me the truth. Can I be saved?" Norman asked nervously. Sebastian turned to look at Lyanna and asked, "What's the black pus on Mr. Nichols Senior's neck?" "Demon maggots!" Lyanna answered without even pausing to think. Demon maggots? There was a ringing in Sebastian's ears. He had seen records of those in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. They were things that would only appear on evil ghosts or in areas where dark energy was very strong.

His pair of fused eyebrows showed that he was thinking hard at the moment. "If it's based on Ruby's explanation of the magic spells, it's impossible for black magicians to move around without anyone knowing. In this world, there are no extraordinary magics such as teleportation or making the body transparent like the histories which I think are exaggerated. But, the world has never known how and what a black witch looks like." I leaned my back against the wall with far-flung thoughts.

He added in a breath. My insides churned. “DISAPPEARED?” “Yes, boss. Disappeared.” Miguel repeated, unwaveringly. He didn't even stutter. “I hate to say this to you, boss, but there's an 85% chance that they're using dark magic. Because how else do we experience these weird occurrences?”

A wave of dread coiled in my stomach as a realization struck me: dark magic was not merely ordinary magic. With the alarming rate at which girls were disappearing—not just in Crystal Falls, but in neighboring towns as well—I began to piece together the skin walker's sinister intentions. Blood magic. The most crude and powerful form of magic known. Even Elara, with all her strength, might find herself outmatched. "No," Malachi reiterated, his glare fixed on me, his eyes intense. "I will seek another magic-user to find her." "I caught a glimpse of where she was, but I couldn't pinpoint the location," Vicky interjected.

About two hours later, our royal carriage pulled up to the edge of the jagged northern crags. The air here was thick, cold, and smelled of sulfur and old blood. The guards stayed back, terrified of the dark energy surrounding the wooden shrine. I gently took Edward's arm, guiding his blind steps up the stone pathway toward the low wooden hut. Inside, the shrine was lit only by red candles burning in skull-shaped clay pots. Sitting cross-legged on a raised stone platform was the Black Magic Seer. He was a tall, huge black man with dark skin that looked like polished obsidian, covered in ancient ritual tattoos. His broad chest was bare, and his dark eyes held an intense, terrifying intelligenc

"What is it, Morana?" Morana lifted her head, her face pale and her eyes wide with uncharacteristic shock. "It is pure, corruptive black magic... ancient and thoroughly vile." "Black magic?" Garrett echoed, his brow furrowing. "I thought true black magic was a myth, or at least extinct."