Madoka Magica の小説・ストーリー

I then noticed a symbol that was crawling down my arm. " Fu*k! Curse Magic! I have to peel off the main symbol. " I drew my dagger and struggle to look for the main symbol while trying to wipe away the blood leaking out of me to find it but my body isn't listening to me and it was too painful to move. I close my eyes trying to distract myself from the pain. Her magic is at an unbelievable level, able to bring back the dead, powerful wind magic that has an area attack, forbidden curse magic... She reminds me of Misaki..... beautiful, powerful, and dangerous but had the face of someone else. Could she be? Another child of Misaki?

Cantor says when I'm finally able to stop hacking. "I'll be able to very soon," Ashrac grumbles and then he sighs. "I guess we can teach you a few things. I would hate for you to burn off your tail." He ducks as my uncontrolled tail flies at my head. "Think of your human body and pull in your magic. It's easy, and that's how you shift." "My magic?" "Yes, it takes magic to be dragon."

Why did she carry so many history books? Occasionally, I read a book in front of me so as not to look weird. Is it possible that that girl did something as evil as terrorizing me? Siska is very lazy about interacting with other people; she is much worse than me. I doubt someone like him could do it. After getting tired of sitting there and getting nothing. I rushed back to class to pay attention to Amanda. All day, she slept as if she had not slept all night. "Do you think she's pregnant?" Tiana screamed in disbelief.

Touché' I think to myself, she is actually sort of fun. "How would I use magic to turn those two jealous idiots into green jealous idiots? Only temporarily?" I see her smile just slightly; I think I would like to party with this girl. It really is hard to believe she is over a hundred years old. "Akira, we've never explored potions yet, those usually work for temporary effects. However, magic works by just finding your center and imagining the person you want to look like green. To make sure it's delivered on the internet over a cable wire, you should even wave your hand at them. You just have to find your center and see them as their normal color once you decide you don't want them to appea

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single candle illuminated Zyra's face. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed in concentration. Opposite her, Marcus watched intently, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. The air around them hummed with a faint energy as Zyra began to channel her magic.

Everything else could wait. “Okay,” Maddie nodded as she took back her place next to Joe. “I’m a white witch, which is the practice of magic through healing, charms, incantations, potions and so on by using only natural power. My scent was manipulated by a charm, masking it as one of a werewolf’s and that’s why no one ever detected it.” Jacques abruptly raised his hand, before waving it around in the air. “I have a question!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Gildart said as they all recalled the fight scene. "But Kagahma is a shadow user who fought a serpent with light magic that shined really bright, plus, it also had the ability to absorb any dark entity it comes across. Although their fight looked impossible, Kagahma managed to win by stabbing the serpent on its head and injecting a lot of dark magic into it, making it to become unconscious as he fell off after loosing all his energy." The stage 2 instructor said as he smiled at them after the visualization was over. "He's right, they all fought monsters that would have killed them, even now Kazuko is still finding it hard to get close to the eagle" Yami thought as he looked at Kazuko's fight

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

His eyes were glowing faint silver, the same silver as Killian’s — only sharper, more feral. Elsewhere on the field, Harlow led her unit with fire in her veins, cutting a path through the enemy lines. Maera unleashed spells that cracked the ground itself, swallowing remnants in chasms. But for every one that fell, two more clawed out of the smoke. The guild was being surrounded. “Fall back to the ridge!” Maera screamed, her voice amplified by spell craft. “Form the circle!” The army obeyed, pulling into tighter lines, shields locking. The ridge was their anchor now, and if it fell, they’d all drown in the tide of shadows.

In a world filled with magic and mystery, there lives a group of friends. They're not happy individuals, especially given the fact that they're mistreated everyday by their peers as well as others around them. One day everything changes, the saviour of Magicia has come back, 2 years they've been gone, but if they're back on this planet what does that mean for everyone living there? What happened for the saviour to come back? Is it about the mysterious disappearances? Or is it about the giant chasm that opened up in a forest near town? Transported through time and space from earth, connected by a thread of fate, what adventures await this weary traveler next?