Magic Academy Survival Guide Novels & Stories

A chilly wind blows at us, making Lucy release his grip around me, and suddenly I'm toppling down from his chest. "RAVEN!" I try to reach for his hand, but Asmodeus appears out of nowhere, tackling Lucy to the side. Beelzebub quickly follows while I'm crashing towards certain death. "Think-think-think!" I use every brain cell to conjure up a plan, and when I come up with one, I'm not sure if it will work. I've been practicing ice magic with Lucy, but I can't say I've mastered it. Water is very different from fire. Yet, ice magic might be my only chance of surviving through this day.

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

In the useful information she finally found what she was looking for, how to progress, everything was explained there. Unfortunately, the use of her flames didn’t give her any benefit, it didn’t make her gain experience to be able to level up, on the other hand making magic pills was essential just like the meditation because it would allow her to increase her reserve of energy which was represented for the moment by this 0 / 1 000.

Blood. Blood magic. My lips part, my mouth dropping open. Blood magic is very dark magic. Only a few witches in Moonrise get to learn it, and Maeve was one of them. “Why did you do that to him?” I shout. “Because he’ll drop dead if he ever lets any harm come to you,” she rushes out, opening the door. “Go, Logan. Go to the temple and secure a priestess for tonight.” He looks at me, but Maeve clicks her tongue at him.

She possessed knowledge of ancient rituals and arcane spells, and she offered to teach the pack the secrets of magic. With Seraphina's guidance, Luna delved into the art of moon magic, harnessing the power of the lunar cycles. Max explored the depths of elemental magic, connecting with the natural forces of earth, air, fire, and water. Cain delved into the mysteries of shadow magic, understanding the subtle dance between light and darkness.

I said. "Mackenzie, seems you don't know who you truly are." Sage shook his head negatively. "What do you mean? Do you know anything?" I asked, staring at him suspiciously. "Sage" Daisy shouted and the atmosphere became tensed as the wind blew heavily. I stood still with the two people in the midst of the wild wind. The man stood his ground and same with Daisy. Sage stretched his hand like he did earlier and the red stuff came out again ready to hit us but Daisy stopped it by stretching her hands as well and a blue light came from hers. It met Sage's own midway and they disappeared.

My eyes widened, and Mrs Periwinkle's voice cut through whatever questions I had in mind. "It feeds on magic. The more magic you use, the more confused you become and the harder it is to reach your leader. They are currently wounded, and if you don't reach them in time, they might die. But hopefully, that's why we have the lunarbane mixture," Mrs Periwinkles held up a transparent vial in her hand, shaking it. "I have two, and it can be used on both leaders. I'll implore you not to use any magic or use it only when it's the right time. The greatest weakness of the maze is strength. It gets weakens from strength and teamwork." She finished.

That was why for a Mage was something used to measure their Mana control capacity. On the Petunia Continent, the Magic Academy was a school that everyone could enter—who could pay the fees, or who received special scholarships. However, to enter the Magic Academy, the most important requirement was that one had to have formed an or had become a <1st Circled> Mage. Only after they were accepted into the Magic Academy did they get certified as a <1st Class> Mage. From year to year, a Mage would develop and climb their ranks.

She winced at the impact. “Then I shall take you down with me.” Magnolia felt something rub against her neck, like small grains of sand. “I would not recommend using your magic either, unless you want to make us both blow up into pieces.” A wicked grin split his face in two. ‘What should I do?’ It was becoming hard for her to breathe. She dug her nails in Titus’ hands, but it did not faze him at all. ‘If I put up a protection shield before I attack him, I might survive the explosion.’ Her eyes traveled to the dismembered mages in the corner. ‘But even putting up a shield uses fire as the base magic.’

Students wandered below in small clusters, more curious than alarmed at figures appearing on the terrace out of thin air. Celeste’s boots met the academy stone. The air here tasted sharp—sea on wind, and underneath it, the tang of old wards. The courtyard spread below, a mosaic of paths and marble that would soon be the center of something ugly if she did not move quickly. Her HUD flared with an alert: high-watt magic signature detected, direction variable, probable demigod. The same shard Ketsukagami had shown her stretched into a scene now alive with motion.