Magical Girdle の小説・ストーリー

Since Anna's return, everything around me had been constantly reminding me that the only reason I'd gotten this far was because my face resembled Anna's. What could a mere stand-in do to change anything for the real person? I closed my eyes, saying no more. The sound of steady breathing came from behind me, but I couldn't fall asleep. ... Two days later, Gabriela climbed over the wall into my courtyard again and tossed me a ring. She said, "This ring is a magical artifact. It can store a lot of things. You should start packing." I took it and immediately used it to store all the jewelry and coins that Mose had given me.

Vega's contingency spell fights against every advance we make, the corruption persistently returning whenever we think we've gained ground. "There has to be another way," I insist, unwilling to accept failure when we've come so far. "Perhaps there is," my mother replies, her gaze moving deliberately to the amulet Lyra still wears—the silver spiral received from Elder Thalia. "The amulet carries old magic specifically designed to protect true bonds. It might serve as a conduit for the connection that would otherwise require more... private circumstances." Kieran's eyes widen with sudden understanding. "Like using a focus object in a standard healing ritual, but for bonding energy instead."

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

“You designed the damned thing. Do something!” My voice came harsher than intended, but I couldn’t stop myself. That necklace—one of the most powerful relics in existence—had been my mother’s. The Lycan Queen. After her death, it disappeared, only to resurface on the neck of a maid who had no business bearing it. Griselda shook her head, eyes dim. “It was forged to protect, to contain. To wear it is to be bound to its magic. Even I cannot undo what it has chosen.”

Inside lay a necklace. At first glance it looks simple, dark chain, oval stone, but it pulses faintly, as if alive. Magic. Pip darts down, landing beside it. “Impossible.” She breathes in awe. I look at her in confusion. “What is it?” “I've only seen it a few times in my existence,” she touches it reverentially. “Only a few faeries have the ability to trap glamour into physical objects. Your friend seems to be going out of her way to ensure your escape.”

"Wanting control when your whole life feels like chaos. But, you need to understand what you've done. That spell you cast—it didn't just fail. It transformed. When it hit my protective barrier, it changed into something else. Something dark." I turned back to face him. "How do you know that?" "Because I felt it," he said, touching the chain around his neck. "This necklace has been in my family for generations. It's designed to protect wolves from magical attacks. When your spell hit it, the chain burned hot enough to leave a mark." He pulled down his collar slightly, revealing a faint red mark on his skin. "And right after that, everything got cold. Magic doesn't just disappear, Becca. It tr

the eldest council member says slowly, "we should discuss this more privately." Everyone files out except for Byrde, his parents, my mother, and the eldest councilman. Victoria tries to stay, but the King personally escorts her out. "Now then," the elder says when we're alone. "Let's discuss what really happened when the Collector touched that collar." "It burned him," I say. "The moment my scars touched it, he screamed like it was acid." "Because it was," my mother says. "The collar was made of cursed silver, meant to bind magical creatures. But your marks... they're pure moon magic. The opposite of his dark power."

My jaw clenched when I felt it freeze suddenly, hovering just out of reach of the man's skin. My gaze roved over him, searching for the source of his protection. It didn't take me long to find it. Around his neck hung a barrier pendant—a magical object that provided the wearer with a form of protection against magic. The only way to bypass them was through physical touch. "A princess wouldn't be galavanting around with worthless murderers like you hanging about," I taunted, waiting for an opportunity to grab his skin. My vision was starting to dim at the edges; I needed energy, and soon.

Alpha Jake inquired, his gaze fixed on Morgana, a beacon of trust in the supernatural realm. Morgana, her eyes holding a depth of knowledge that transcended time, responded, "I have a gift for you both." From the folds of her robes, she produced two jade pendants, intricately carved with protective symbols. "These pendants hold a powerful enchantment," Morgana explained. "Wear them daily, and they will shield you from spells and ill intentions. They will grow warm when danger approaches, serving as a warning." Gratitude filled Mara's eyes as she accepted the pendant, the weight of responsibility settling on her shoulders. "Thank you, Morgana. We appreciate your guidance and protection."

He looks like he will not accept anything besides victory. The girl quickly threw a powerful spell to me but I quickly made a gesture to absorb her magic. A circle magic spell appeared in front of me and it absorb everything she threw at me. She kept doing that from different angles but my spell does not have any blind spot but it can only absorb a limited amount of magic. When my spell reached its limitation, I quickly made a whip and hit the girl. She failed to dodge and it hit hurt so much that I almost felt sorry. She stood properly and tried to hit me with a powerful spell but I was quick enough to cast a shield that defended me from her magic. I wasn’t even trying too hard. She did not