Cats In The Cold Mage Tears の小説・ストーリー

It was as if she had gone, berserker. Every growl from her mate was like a knife being shoved into her heart or like a silver bullet in her heart. She ran and ran until the pack house came into view. Back in the bedroom… Maggie was removing the poisonous substance from Leo’s wound but she knew it wasn’t enough. She needed to cast a spell before he would be alright. She glanced around and quickly surveyed the room and noticed they were distracted and had their gaze away from her. She began reciting and chanting in a shushing tone. Her eyes glowed green and disappeared.

“Tyr, drip this in your eyes!” Magus tossed a bottle toward Tyr. Tyr opened it and a stench came out of it. “What the hell is this?” Tyr asked with his hand covering his nose. “They’re cow’s tears! You can see those things coming from the underworld after dripping them in your eyes. Simply put, I never had the opportunity to use it in our world, so it might have long since expired. Just deal with it.”

“How can this happen?! Was this your plan all along? To humiliate me? To make fun of me?! Do you enjoy laughing at me?! Especially now that I’ve been reduced to this state?!” “I tease you a lot, Miss Serra. But it’s never my intention to hurt you.” I catch his shirt and scream at his face. “What am I going to do now?!” I shout at him. I don’t care about decorum anymore! All my frustration and anger come forth as tears run down my cheeks. “I hate you! I hate everyone!” He gently touches my face again and strokes the scar on my cheek. His touch hurts more than the burn on my chest from the acid magic that almost killed me.

Her heart was heavy, and she felt sad for no apparent reason Alicia felt like slapping some sense into that overpowered simpleton, even with god magic he was no match for mother nature. She picked up an empty cup beside the tents and took some dried tea leaves, throwing them into the cup and working her magic. She did everything as loud as she possibly could to grasp his attention, but not loud enough to wake the others snoring their fatigue away inside the tents. Though she tried as much as she could to clank those cups together Daito didn't shiver one bit. Moments after the brewing tea whistled through the hot kettle Alicia picked up two cups and filled them with the overheated liquid she

Magic bestowed upon her tear, the ‘Merciful Tear’ as it was once called and it would seem to call this kind of magic Theo revives from the dead for good it seems as good news comeby and the magic was not the reason for the revival but the goddess Erlah has given Cath the power to stretch out the grace that she has given them both to rejoice over and thus it will be the most generous she will ever be in a lifetime and never again shall it happen

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

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.

Perhaps the archers were fearsome because they were aided by a mage. "I don't need to be concerned if it's a support mage because I'm a war mage." Something was still bugging him, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He searched many bodies and came up empty-handed. "It must be because I haven't been in combat for a long time. I am becoming older..." He had no idea that as soon as he released the corpse he was clutching, the dead corpse's eyes sparkled with a gleam of red. … In the harsh winter snowfall, I sat peacefully at the Count's base, sipping a cup of warm lemon tea. I doubt the count will reach this base anytime soon.

Fog like a cool breath hit Maggie softly in the face and her eyes grew dull. “Let me into your mind, Maggie.” Jennifer’s hand came to rest on either side of her face. “Legh eym irna. Eyss legh iht eym irna. Show me what you really are.” The room suddenly turned cold so cold that the glass windows frosted and Jennifer’s breaths turned to vapor. Maggie’s skin began to get even colder, her lashes frosted as if she had been out in the snow. Jennifer’s fingers were cold and turning blue but she kept them on Maggie’s face and continued to chant.