Romans & histoires Kouha Magi

My wolf—silent for five years, dormant and broken—suddenly roared to life. MATE. No. No, this wasn’t—this couldn’t— Klaus’s eyes went wide. His grip tightened. His lips formed a single word, barely a whisper: “Margaux?”

But it seems like we're oil and water. "Eschia, I know that you are not in good terms with Hana but you crossed the line!" I came back to my senses when Kuya Leo shouted at the top of his lungs. Hey, I'm just 6 meters away from you, that's not needed! What kind of brother are you? At least greet me first. Where are your manners? I am your sister, we share the same blood then why are you siding with her? "What did I do wrong Kuya?"

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

“We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.” The glooms swathed the lovers in repose. A gasp and sigh were heard. “Maga and Helia, I love you.” Was it Maga and Ditiori’s last breaths? Black dusts and shadows warped unto the scroll in the goat-head servant‘s hands. Maga and Ditiori laid no more on the frigid floor. They had left their baby sleeping peacefully, wrapped in their velour cloak. The incantation written in the arcane scroll had become red like it was written in blood with an image of a lily of the valley and grain had intertwined.

He knew that, but there was a notion pestering him that he needed to test and there would be no better opportunity than this. “I know you do not understand,” Poe said, smoothing Hunter’s furrowed brow with a swipe of hand. “Put your hand here,” Poe said gesturing to the black, jagged stain caused by the shattered talisman. Poe placed his hands over Hunter’s and could feel the coiled, restless tension in the boy like some wild animal cornered and wary. “Do you feel the tingling sensation when you touch my hands?” Hunter nodded. “Normally you wouldn’t because of my control. Every Magus, every man, woman, and child has ki, but it’s a Magi’s ki that separates them from everyone else. We have mor

“You heard me, no need for me to chew my cabbage twice girl.” “They burned your eyes? Why would someone do that?” Cassia said with a tone of disbelief. “Not just someone, she’s be a thorn in my side for years. Her name is Magda and her cunt of a daughter Melba. They practice illegal magic. Mostly the dark arts and as you can see a coup.” Ogra stated matter of factly. “Is there anything that I can do to help you?” Cassia asked. “The only thing I can think of is tears from a dragon, and good luck finding some of those.” Ogra chuckled.

The word wasn’t shouted, shows no visible energy other than the color in my minds eye, but it has the power to push Lyra back, holding her in place, her body still, her eyes darting angrily between us. “What did you do?” I gasp, my words stumbling forth in the muddy brown of the Terran tongue. “How did you…?” “Truespeak,” the Magi turns towards me, her golden afro shining beneath a net of glistening pearls. “The language of the void. Only the most powerful of us can do this. And even fewer of us can SEE it.” My eyes widen. How did she know? “Come, Aka’naha,” the Magi smiles warmly, “We are done here. Your real education starts now.”

’ It felt like Hana's head was about to explode with the questions that kept pressing her head. Suddenly the conversation between she and Yoana in Anathema flashed through her head “No one can tell pure magicians from ordinary humans at a glance. They usually have special markings that they can hide perfectly. And, the pure magician who casts a curse on me, has a half-star mark on her forehead” Hana's eyes widened when she remembered Yoana's words. She squeezed her hand tightly. Could it be that the woman she saw before Zanza collapsed to the floor was a pure magician? Huhu, but maybe not..

She asked running her finger along the line of his scar. “You don’t have Healers where you’re from?” He asked and she shook her head. “What are they?” “Magi, well sort of, they channel a special Magic.” “Oh. And they healed it just like that?” “Just like that.” He said smiling before leaning into kiss her. She kissed him back, slowly at first and then harder, more urgently. “Let’s go to bed. Not that I suspect we’ll be sleeping that much…” He said and she laughed as he swept her up carried her into his bedroom.

They all love a drink, not a glass or two, if they let it, it would be a party every day, drinking and drinking and drinking nonstop. The Chinese Witch Kagome Hondo and her counterpart whom she met by merging with Kikiyou Hongo, in both versions, she was a mixed-race Italian-Chinese woman who had slanted green eyes and burgundy hair that reached below her knees, she was tall and beautiful, thin with full breasts, but she didn't it was a flower to smell. Kagome lived in reality 85 while Kikiyou lived in reality 86, but they shared the same alternate lives before the end of humanity from any of the planets and realities, until they merged and went to the temples of Zarathanis.