Magic Scroll の小説・ストーリー

Mitne I will ignore the steps for now. I am curious to learn how this moon magic works. There has to be something here about that since the scroll I just read made the stairs appear with the beautiful door. I took a deep breath and my hands picked up another scroll. I took a deep breath and rolled the scroll open. What luck, it is the next chapter to the one I was just reading. Chapter 15: The Lycan's Luminous Revelation

said Aiden joked " Try that and I will freeze your arse till eternity " threatened Chelsea jokingly . Aiden rolled his eyes and flipped her off which she returned merrily . " Alright , enough of that . Gather around so I can give you all your mana scrolls " said Kyle waving around a stack of paper that looked like plane tickets to Chelsea . " The what?" said Dean as he took the stack from Kyle " What's this I have never seen this " " Its a new experiment from the magician tower " explained Kyle " They have developed these scrolls in hope we don't need to conjure portals anymore "

"You will leave Polly and Cinderella - " Mizrabel turned her hand clockwise and Anna doubled over as she cried out in pain. I tried to help, carefully laying Leo on the ground beside me before I stood. There were multiple spells I could use against the woman who supposedly birthed me but my damned mouth wouldn't work. Still, I knew some magic could be used without words and I held out my hand and thought of stopping Mizrabel. She glanced over at me and smiled as she turned her wrist again, squeezing her fingers into a fist.

he began, looking at me for my input. I nodded and smiled. I was jotting the different ones down so that I could keep it all straight. The week before the Ball would be very hectic indeed. “The next one I believe would be beneficial is Manipulation magic. Siphoning it from Leonidas would be the most beneficial because it is slightly stronger than Zane’s. It will allow for a plethora of uses. You could create mirages, alter your appearance, create fog, and many more options. Both Zane and Leonidas would be perfect tutors for this and can help you learn things which may be the most beneficial for you.”

A first level spell scroll costs around 50 coins, a second level spell scroll costs around 200 coins, and a third level spell scroll costs around 300 coins. As a fifth-level mage, Baron Lorient can use a third-level spell once a day. A single third-level fireball has the power of a mortar shell, and in the age of cold weapons, it can kill or injure 40 to 50 people in dense formations. If he had another Fireball Scroll, he could kill a fifth of Baron Stewart's soldiers.

The inscriptions lit up and three scrolls materialized. "I don't know where you obtained all that money but I advise you to train carefully in the Warp spell. You wouldn't be the first cultivator to die because of an error in its execution." Lucinda stored the scroll and bowed to the Professor, then she hastily left the inventory to return to her accommodation. She didn't even look at Ivor as she sat on her bed and took out the three scrolls. 'Blind is a simple rank 0 spell that covers a small area with black fog, it can be useful to surprise enemies with weak mental energy.'

"A Herbalian magic is done by mixing a trabur and a male werewolf blood, in order to get the scent of werewolf." Sharriah said, as she read through the scroll. Aiden looked surprised when he heard her reading the scroll, slowly collecting the scroll from her, he dropped it on the table. The scroll was hidden from him, but not from his slave or was these some kind of magic, the power she possessed in her that must have made her read through hideous notes. "Let's eat, you do be hungry." Aiden said, now leading her to a table which had two chairs In it.

Tears blinded me as I realised just how much my mother has sacrificed for me. "You are ready for the next phase of your journey." I watched, confused, as she stood and walked to the corner of the room where her robe lay. She split it open with one tug and took out something from it. "Here.." she placed the gold coin in my palm. On both sides of it the logo of some kind of organisation was inscribed on it. She also handed me a tiny scroll. "This scroll contains directions to a magic academy. It's a school for people like you who possess extraordinary abilities. Their job is to teach you how to harness and control your abilities, so it doesn't get out of control like it did today."

The scouts brought more than just rumors. One carried a tattered scroll, scorched at the edges, marked with a sigil none of them recognized — a spiral of thorns wrapped around an empty circle. Elara held it carefully, her eyes scanning the twisted glyphs. They weren’t just words — they pulsed, like veins filled with magic that should not exist. “It’s a warning,” whispered Mira, the seer who had been silent since the last battle. Her eyes glowed faintly as she stepped closer. “A spell to fracture remembrance. They want to make the people forget you ever led them.”

“I need to know that there were consequences. That he didn’t just throw me away and move on like I never mattered.” Elena nodded slowly. “Give me an hour. I’ll show you.” Elena’s scrying bowl sat in the center of her workroom, filled with clear water that reflected the candlelight. “This is advanced magic,” she warned. “What you see will be real, happening right now. But you can’t interact with it. You can only watch.” “I understand.” She began to chant in a language I didn’t recognize, her hands moving in complex patterns over the water. The surface rippled, then cleared, and an image formed.