Magic Survival Fusions の小説・ストーリー

“It’s a ritual. A forbidden one. It doesn’t just link mates. It… fuses them. Permanently.” “Forbidden why?” I asked. Elias answered, his eyes distant with memory. “Because it is the ultimate risk. If the bond is not pure, if there is hidden doubt or fear, the fusion can shatter the souls involved. They become… nothing. Or worse, a broken, merged thing that is a nightmare. But if it succeeds…” he looked at me, then at Neal, “the bond becomes unbreakable. A single soul in three bodies. No psychic attack could divide what is truly one. The Crucible’s power would be stable. Anchored.”

Mace muttered, nudging one of the dead beasts with his boot, “whatever these things are, they go down real easy when you know where to stab.” I narrowed my eyes. “And how exactly did you figure that out?” Felix held up his claws, now glinting faintly with powdery residue. “We blended the bone dust with silver and fused it to our claws.” “It actually worked?” I asked, genuinely impressed. “Worked like a charm,” Juno chimed in. “If charms involved arterial sprays and severed limbs.” “Lovely image,” I muttered, but my mind was already racing ahead. “This is turning into a warfront,” Mace said, sobering. “Allen still hasn’t found a better way to use the skeleton’s power?”

I took another peek into the basket. She was right. Hidden beneath the bag of salt and chalk laid an array of smallish, clear crystals. Sungul continued, “Once a familiar appears, you’ll give them a crystal.” As I skimmed over the paper that held the spell, Sungul carried on, “You need to remember that you have to stay concentrated during this. Breaking that concentration before offering the crystal would mean breaking the link. You’ll have to start all over again.” “Well….” I trailed off quietly with an exasperated huff. I never knew how much work it took to summon a familiar. “Does it matter which crystal I use?”

Her irises are a vibrant violet hue with silver flecks. My mother isn’t human. She is a witch, just like Blaze had said. My mother thrusts her other hand out, tearing the front bumper clean off my car, and swipes her hand towards the wolf, making a tight fist with her hand. I gasp, unable to tear my gaze away from the wolf as the bumper wraps around the wolf’s thick neck like a vice, and it begins to crush the bones in his neck. When the pressure becomes too much, the wolf’s head explodes, sending fur, blood, brains, and parts of its skull soaring through the air.

Within my line of sight, they pulsated like living things. One gold: The magic of the dragon. One blue: The magic of the elf. One green: The magic of the fairy. One brown: The magic of the troll. One indigo: The magic of the unicorn. One silver: The magic of the vampire. And one red: The magic of what? To complete the Seal, the blood of the hunter was required - Gabriel's blood. "What does this mean?" I asked, a little terrified at seeing myself bleed out. "To restore the balance of the seven magics, you must sacrifice yourself."