Magi Kouen Novels & Stories

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

No longer merely aiming to look perfect, but to feel at ease with herself. Stepping out into the hallway, she made her way towards the courtyard where the decorations seemed was taking place. As she approached, Mage was there still and she was immensely in commanded there. Mira noticed her and smiled warmly, walking up to Mage but never the less looking around her surroundings, impressed by the decoration not only elegant of it. But this all looked very festival like. "Mira, good morning," Mage greeted her very kindly, taking a brief break from her task. "Good morning, Mage," Mira replied, returning the smile but unable to hide her confusion. With her hands on her hips. Mira was looking up a

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

While Floria beside her could only mutter, watching the horrific event. “That's ‘punishment on the spot’.” ‘Punishment on the spot’. If a magical girl kills someone from her fellow ethnics without a reason justified by the 'Magic Protocols', then the punishment is death. That's what happened to Akiha. Seeing this, the Kochis stopped beating the six young men. However, they still dragged and herded Akise and the other young men into a Carreta. They also brought Akiko and Akiha's stiff body.

I run over there, scolding Mirage and making sure Layla and the pack kid is okay. “Mirage that was not very nice! Apologize to Kian!” I tell her sternly, but she crosses her little arms and stomps her feet. “No.” She answers. I sigh, tapping into my own powers and making her feel what Kian felt when he fell down with a chance to break it. She whimpers.

The fact that Mrs.Vinlot repeatedly made requests to meet made Hana angry. Hana didn't respond, so that Mrs. Vinlot couldn't see her. This was D.Ruck's request; fortunately, it also helped Hana a lot. In her free time, Hana is always present in the area of the aliens. After eating Miki fruit, the magical energy of these people surpassed quickly. Hana checked one turn, then mentally calculated that 30 people had reached the intermediate magic threshold. 60 people reach elemental magic, and 30 reach level 10. Hana watched with satisfaction as the current results exceeded her expectations.

I watched my grandmother kick her ass from the inside before Ahbi settled down, one final flare of her appearing in Ameline's eyes before my enemy pulled herself upright, panting for breath. Her lips curved in a vicious grin. "At last," she said, voice full of power, her maji magic appearing in a rippling rainbow around her. "At last!" I rolled my eyes, fully expecting a resounding mwahahaha evil laugh, even as I saw Ahbi flex herself again, Ameline gasping, the maji net falling apart as she fought for control.

My erratic heartbeat took on a frantic rhythm as I unfolded the paper and read the words scrawled on it. ‘Keith, I am sorry for leaving without meeting you, Keith. But you had gone to interrogate Justin, and I didn’t know when you would return. I am going to meet the Grand Magus of Oleander’s Coven. Hopefully, she will agree to heal Kramen using magic. Grand Magus is different from Oleander. She has a deep prejudice against werewolves. So, I don’t know how long it will take me to convince her. However, I promise I will come back as soon as possible.

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.