Magical Theory の小説・ストーリー

“Using magic has consequences. Nature strives for balance. When you take something you throw nature out of balance and in order to bring that balance back, you have to give!” Skin noted that the professor sounded as if he believed in all of this. “What about those who are not willing to give?” he asked. “Nature has its ways. It gives us a lot so it has a capability to take a lot. That’s why magic is only safe in the hands of those who are wise. Otherwise, it threatens the very existence of the creation, both human and supernatural.” The professor replied. “I mean… this is what the legend says.” They all saw the professor quickly switch into his rational mode.

"And what does that mean?" "It means the magic realm will no longer be safe. Magic Academy is on natural grounds, but..." Hayden scratches the back of his head, eyes appearing concerned before he continues. "The teachers are of different species, and so I don't think it's safe to stay here either." "Oh..." I take a deep breath. "And since you're the vampire prince, you're probably the least safe."

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

The energy at the table grew somber at Ava's words. "I heard that a pack up North was completely burned to the ground," Margo said grimly, shaking her head. "They are even killing the pups." Horror filled my stomach at the thought. "I had no idea," I said softly. "I thought the burners were only targeting witches." "They are decimating any village rumored to have any type of magical power," Ava said, shaking her head sadly. My knuckles went white as I gripped my teacup with fury. Those sick b*stards! How could they do this to so many innocent people?

I pressed. Eleanor considered carefully how to properly explain something evidently complex and theoretical. “Twin guardian magic creates particular vulnerability within the bond itself,” she said. “Margaret and your grandmother shared magical resonance that persisted regardless of their eventual estrangement. That same resonance likely extends, in weakened form, to you as your grandmother’s direct descendant.” “Weakened how?” I asked. “Sufficiently that Margaret might not immediately recognize or properly guard against your particular capability,” Eleanor explained. “Given proper focus and understanding, you might theoretically access disruption capability specifically targeting Margaret’s

The low conversations faded. “Today,” he said, placing a stack of thin books on his desk “we continue with what I call channeled intention. Last session was theory. Today you will begin to feel what that theory actually means.” He turned to the board and wrote three words: Source. Channel. Release. “Every magical act you perform,” he continued, “whether it is something small like a warming charm or something that lasts a century, comes down to these three things. Nothing else. Everything complicated you’ve seen is just a variation of this sequence.”

responded Errant. Astasha's mind flew through every possibility she could think of, everything she had studied, every whisper of magic she had heard. Finally, something came to her mind; A magic she had once read about in an ancient and faded book she had discovered tucked amongst the numerous others regarding sorcery that had been left to her by her grandmother. She knew the laws surrounding it, and therefore, knew it wouldn't be favorable with Errant. But despite the limited information provided in the pages, she knew the concept behind it could work.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.