Magic Artisan Dahlia Wilts No More Anime の小説・ストーリー

Maria shot back, crossing her arms tightly in front of her. Mateo shook his head. Annoyance bubbled up inside him. “You are being so dramatic. I’m not interested in your crazy ideas about this.” “Fine,” she said, taking a deep breath. “But you are the one who is acting foolishly.” Suddenly, he stood up, pushing his chair back against the floor with a loud scrape. “You’ve made me lose my appetite,” he said, turning to leave the table. But Maria stepped forward, her voice firm. “Lilah and Amelia are actually the same person.”

"If we destroy the tree, we can sever the connection to the source." Her companions nodded, their determination mirroring her own. They silently strategized, positioning themselves while keeping a watchful eye on the hooded figures. Amelia focused her energy and invoked the powers of the amulet, channeling its light into a concentrated beam aimed at the pulsating tree. But just as she was about to unleash her power, a wrenching pain shot through her, causing her to collapse to her knees. She looked down to see a dagger buried in her side, its black blade glistening with dark magic.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Dahlia's POV The awaited Monday is here and I feel so excited and nervous at the same time, I've got a roller coaster of emotions what if I mess up on my first day or the Boss isn't happy with me. The email sent by Miss Clara states clearly that I'll undertake a six months training by Mr. Dai Japana himself, he's the most good looking billionaire bachelor in Tokyo according to vogue magazine and my girls always read the gossip section on those magazines but I'm never interested in knowing or seeing the pictures or articles.

He stumbled to his feet, half-shifted claws scraping the stone floor. Mikan lunged from the doorway and slammed him back against the wall with a burst of magic. “Cain STOP!” “She’s in a ritual, she’s in danger, LET ME GO!” “If you teleport into a Dawlya ritual, you’ll destabilize it and possibly kill her!” Cain roared an actual draconic roar cracked, raw, desperate. Mikan braced both hands against his chest, magic glowing bright. “Cain. Look at me.” Cain’s golden eyes flicked up, wild. “She’s alive. The Circle is expanding, not breaking. If you interfere, you’ll shatter it.”

Elara lowered herself slowly, every nerve aware of the room, the shadows, the way her presence seemed to tug at the edges of the light. Alexander poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Her fingers brushed his. The pressure surged violently. Alexander recoiled as if shocked. Elara gasped, gripping the armrest. The room dimmed—not dark, but muted, colors draining toward grayscale. “Elara,” Damien said urgently. “What’s happening?” Her vision blurred, and suddenly she wasn’t in the manor. She was back in the chamber. Stone. Light. The artifact pulsing. And behind it—

"I extracted this from three hundred rare herbs. I will release the recipe publicly, but the refinement process is delicate. It requires a professional healing team." I look up at the man seated at the highest point: **Alpha King Lycan Blackthorn**. He is young, barely in his early twenties, with eyes that run deep. He’s watching me with admiration—and something else. I shift my gaze back to the crowd and finish my presentation. After the assembly, pack representatives swarm me, desperate to order the potion. I keep a professional smile and answer them one by one. "Halen Rhodes." A deep voice cuts through the noise. Everyone goes quiet, stepping back to give us space. It's the Alpha King.

Beside me, Dahlia was vibrating with enough energy to power a small city, her Ventus Yellow cape fluttering like a canary's wings. "I'm telling you, Mira, the look on that water mage's face? Priceless," Dahlia giggled, elbowing me in the ribs. "He didn't just faint... he evaporated. You're officially the most dangerous thing in this school, and you haven't even cast a spell in class yet." I laughed, a melodic sound that felt foreign even to my own ears. "He was just overwhelmed by the Ignis aesthetic, Dahlia. Red is a very stimulating color."

He especially hated anyone that possessed magic, which after hearing Savannah’s story made sense. “Savannah did Angus ever reject your mother?” I asked. “No, but when my mother found out that he had taken a chosen mate, even if it was against the poor womans will she was able to reject him since he betrayed their fated bond. Dark elves, unlike the light elves, cannot reject their mate. They can accept a rejection but that is it, however if the bond is betrayed by their mate, then since it is already partially broken, they can be the one to reject their mate. Angus knew my mother was not able to reject him, but he had no idea that she could if he betrayed their bond.” Savannah explained.

She washed her hands on her face in so much frustration. “You're independent, Dahlia. You don't need a fucking man to live! In fact, you don't need anyone because you can survive alone! What happened now? He changed you, Dahlia! Wake up from this fucking dream of yours!” Her voice broke as she went closer to me, crying as well. “Do you know how much it hurts to see you hurting and giving up everything for a man?” She smiled weakly. She began to comb my hair with her fingers as she shed some of my tears gently.