I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy Novel Novels & Stories

The author of Illuminating Darkness has a weird taste. Going back to the original timeline of the story, this coming school year is the start of the novel. According to Mary and Janna, the novel started when Gina, a seventeen-year-old gal, a commoner enters the Academy. Janna told me that Gina was a special girl because she uses light magic, which is uncommon in the Kingdom. Not only that, but she also has an abundant amount of mana, so she was recommended. Lucky her, I guess? It's already a rare case for commoners to have magic. That's why Gina is special, from her magic alone, she's obviously the star. She was very charming, sweet, and kind, so it was no wonder Lord Ethan and the rest were

She knock at the huge door and it opened instantly, she saw Merfoy sitting alone on the huge table as he uses his three-layered glasses while reading the magic book. “You came earlier than I thought,” Merfoy said as he pull down his glasses to see her. “I can’t wait to hear news from you Merfoy,” she said as she approach him. “Well, come in and take a seat.” Merfoy removed his glasses as he turn some pages of the book. “So what’s the news?” Niffa ask. Merfoy showed her the magic book as she read the page. She was shocked to read the texts which indicate their past life like how she was trained by Rico during her childhood years and also how Rico becomes the violet-eyed sorcerer throughout th

He was staring past my shoulder, his face completely pale, his eyes wide with absolute, stunned shock. Standing right next to him in the doorway, his massive arms crossed tightly over his chest, was Aiden. Both of them were looking keenly at me, completely frozen. I quickly turned around to see what they were looking at, and a gasp of pure shock escaped my lips. A magnificent, impossible display of magic was happening right on the workbench. A bright ring of golden-orange fire was dancing gracefully in the air, weaving fluidly between the fragile glass potion bottles. It didn't burn the wood, it didn't shatter the glass, and it didn't smoke. It was a flawless display of pure elemental contro

Freya thinks I should go back to the house and warn the coven. “Good idea,” I pant, nervously twirling a string of magic between my fingers. The feeling of being watched intensifies. I whirl around and start back toward the house. And then I’m hit with a memory. It starts out with white walls and bright, overhead lights, but then the soothing smell of sage whirls around me, and I’m taken back to my first year at the Academy. “What is the matter?” Tabatha asks, crouching down to my level. “Don’t you want to go in and learn about magic?”

I’m sure they’ll be in front. “Are you ready?” I looked at Aeolous who’s with his friends and Esco at the back. I sighed deeply before answering. “Yes” I trained so hard ever since I was little so I am pretty confident with my magic but I still feel nervous. This is the real deal, confidence alone would not assure me of my victory. I need to be smart and agile. I am my father’s daughter, a lot of people expect great thing from me and its making my stomach churn in nervousness.

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

My heart raced like I’d just run a mile by the time I pushed myself into class. The room was large and well-lit, with massive stacks of old books exhaling magic. Sigils on the walls glowed softly, wards humming with inner power. As with every moist moss-covered room within the academy, it throbbed with power—alive, stable, observant. And at last, I was certain I was not dreaming. I could feel it. Magic, pure and impenetrable, like a wave on my skin. I fell into a middle row seat, clutching my notebook for life. If only I listened in school, if only I studied more, maybe I could repair this.

* Flashback * Once Alpha Giovanni found out that my magick had surfaced just after I turned ten, he would watch me closely. With his added interest, I then knew I was different. I just didn't know why. I lost all my friends, and they started to pick on me, calling me a freak and a mistake. I was hurt, but I learnt to live with it. A few times I would walk around the pack doing my errands and play absentmindedly with my magick in my hands.

Syl's eyes widen, and then he cracks up, saying, "It's not like you're going to pull me into a closet with a knife, right?" "No. But, it'll be a little more of something to pay attention to." "Does reading this kind of book help to learn different kinds of magic, like casting?" I ask, leaning forward to look at the book, but get confronted with rows of words constituted of letters that fit on the tip of a pencil in paragraphs in single-space rows. I become dizzy and instead just listen to what Machiv answers, and realize that Machiv probably has an ability to take any long academic piece of literature and compile into a paragraph that can be understood by a person like me, while still remain

Mary scurried close to the bed and got next to me. "Why's it burning?" I squeezed my eyes and it increased the burning and stings. Mary rubbed my hand between her, "The touch of magical features and FlammaFlos were the cure. Your next goal is Witch Academy." She didn't need to mention Curse. I nodded. Aubrette began to wipe the wet cloth again. I smelled the rosewater and sandalwood. I couldn't wait, but I knew he wasn't around, "Where's Dastien?" I asked.