Magical Girdle の小説・ストーリー

I was overwhelmed by her feelings, so genuine and pure. "I am the luckiest man to have met a woman like you. I love you," I muttered, closing the distance between us. As the Priest began the magic spells, an ethereal light encompassed us, unifying our beings into one. With a slight flick of my wrist, I magically summoned the ring box into the palm of my hand as the ritual of ring exchange commenced. I slipped a diamond ring onto Alice's finger while she graced mine with an onyx stone, a rare and precious gem in the Mystical world.

Right? ‘Wrong. It’s creepy. At least offer her a bribe first. They love fruit. Give her a fruit basket and ask to see her shifted form,’ Faye proposed. That was why I loved my wolfy. I added a fruit basket to my mental checklist. “Sirens hold a significant source of magic within them as well. It is often extracted by witches who practice dark magic. She will have inhibitor cuffs on her wrists. Remove those, and she will have access to her magic to help defend herself and you all if need be,” Mystra said, showing a picture of what the cuffs would look like. They were just bracelets with carvings on them.

“I'm sure I wore it before I came here. It was on my hand a few minutes ago.” “SERIOUSLY, KODIAK?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!” The Dark Edge alpha flinched a little from his older brother's furious outburst, he was also bewildered by the strange situation. The silver bracelet was not the type of jewelry to fall off easily because it was magically spelled and the only ones who knew the words to undo its lock were his Beta, Knox...and Anna.

To ensure we were familiar with it in advance, Maria instructed Ethan to retrieve the artifact from her potion laboratory. As Ethan opened the box containing the artifact, we immediately felt the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from the Soul Lock Ring. Its appearance resembled an intricately crafted silver serpent, with a delicate metal surface embedded with complex magical runes. These runes shimmered with a bluish glow under the light, each one seemingly telling an ancient tale, imbued with indescribable power.

The gateway widens, spiraling from the center, pushing the solids and blending the liquid darkness of eternity until there is a circle tall enough for a dragon in full bestial form to walk through without effort. I don’t know what the Magi would call this, as they measure it, but it is far bigger than ring 10. “You did it,” Oaestr's voice is barely more than a breath as she steps forward and places her hand through the opening. “And it’s stable,” she marvels, appraising me with newfound respect. Pressing on her cuff, she connects it with the charm she wears around her neck. Placing both into the void, I watch as they both start to glow, the crystal inside the pendant swirling and shifting be

“Magic. I knew someone hurt her, so I put a protection spell on her door. I’m glad I did.” “How did Reagan know?” I ask again, watching my mate console Corinna, then lift her in her arms and carry her back to her room. Meadow holds my gaze as she puts out her hand, palm up as if waiting for something to drop into it. It doesn’t drop, but it does float out of Corinna’s bedroom and into her hand. It’s a clear ball. “What is it?” I ask when she shows it to me. “A magical version of a telephone.”

Not because of how it looked, but because he made it for me. “Thank you,” I whispered, turning the bangle slowly around my wrist like it was spun from gold. But then a darker thought crept in. “I saw them tie ropes around your wrists,” I said cautiously, my eyes falling to his hands. Zevarion raised his arm, revealing the rope around his wrist. “Oh, this?” He gave a small, dismissive shrug. “It’s enchanted. We can’t get rid of it. Even when you cut it, it binds itself back together. Like it has a mind of its own.”

The tower chamber breathed with silence, broken only by the whisper of thread sliding across tired fingers. Zara sat before the loom of light, her back bowed, her movements careful and deliberate. Magic hung thick in the air, sharp enough to taste. Threads shimmered where she drew them out of nothing—silver so bright it stung, violet that seemed more feeling than color, gold that pulsed faintly like a living heart. Each strand was more than material; it carried weight, memory, and every time she touched one, a part of her went with it.

A long green garland glittering with gold ribbons was placed gently into my hands as if it were a sacred artifact. I held it suspiciously. “It looks passive aggressive.” “It is decorative,” a wolf said patiently. “It mocks me,” I muttered. Lucian took a deep breath. “Aveline. Hang the garland.” “I am hanging it,” I said defensively. I lifted it toward the wall. The garland brushed my wrist. Magic sparked. My breath caught. “No. No, no. Stop.” The garland glowed. Wolves gasped. Then the garland… multiplied.

Resting on the silk cushion was a multi-million dollar, extremely rare necklace. The piece was breathtaking. It was crafted from ancient, shimmering silver that seemed to catch the light even in the dim vault, and it held a massive, deep blue gemstone right at its center. But this necklace wasn't just incredibly expensive or beautiful. It possessed powerful, ancient magical properties that only I knew about at least, only the Alphas of my specific bloodline understood its true purpose. And I was going to gift it to Lillian tonight. It would be her ultimate armor when I wasn't by her side.