Romans & histoires My Big Sister Is A Mage

My eyes lock onto the detonator in his hand, my mind racing through every alchemical and magical disarming technique I learned in the archives, searching for a way to sever the wireless trigger before it's too late. But before our despair can turn into final defeat, a sudden, dark streak drops from the upper shadows of the keep's slate roof, moving with breathtaking speed and absolute, unyielding fury. Before Gidheon can press the button, a sleek brown wolf, my sister Maggie leaps from the high roof above, her jaws clamping down on his wrist with a ferocious snap.

I could feel my eyes getting hot but I forced the feelings of the original Aurelia back. “Not to be rude sister but with how you are when it comes to studying I doubt that. I would be surprised if you did become gifted. Also, why should you even work on that dreadful dark magic of yours? It may cause people to look down at our family.” My “brother” sneered at me as he said this and I could feel my emotions getting even more out of control.

Knowing that Abby happened to know a thing or two with the Marcelian calligraphy, Jorah, and his master, Eugene, believed that it would not post Abby any difficulty in making the spell worked. Meanwhile, starring at the paper in her hand which contained the spell that would bring her to where her Aunt Sarah was, Abby was somewhat conflicted. Even just the mere thought of seeing the other party's face again as well as hearing the voices of her two other stepsiblings, Mara and Clara were enough to make Abby's stomach churned in discomfort. She had been under their constant abuse and mistreatment for years so it was hard for her to just simply get rid of her deep-seated fear and aversion toward

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I heard my brother the crowned prince says. “Big brother, don’t you think you are being too harsh? Aegen has always been there for you when you need him. He never complains about anything. Doesn’t he deserve to have a life of his own?” My little sister defended me, and I love her for that. but it never ends well.

But then, I glanced at my sister who was by my left, and nothing sparked up. We did several other tests, but only I was able to bring out the littlest power. “It seems to me that only Scarlet has the innate gift of magic.” Our father revealed, and I instantly felt sorry for my sister who looked disappointed, and sad. I held her hand, and looked into her eyes to ensure she was fine. Then she managed to bring up a smile. “I’m fine.” She assured me. My father also called her to encourage her and make her feel better, and after a while of doing that, he got back to me.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

“She's… um… where?” The witch sighed. “My sister used her magic to carve a castle inside the mountain. Now this place belongs to the so-called Lord Darcio.” More anger coiled within me, but I exhaled sharply, summoning my control. “I assume that the tunnels we found lead to this… castle, right?” Saura nodded. “Yes, but the whole place is warded with my sister's magic, which is stronger than my own.” Torin jerked to his feet. “So how are we supposed to get her out of there?!”

“I don’t know, I barely know anything about my bloodline. I’d need to look into my father’s family to find out… and relatives on that side are either dead or can’t be found.” Frank took the painting and laid it on the wall across the entry door, above his head. Coralis continued eating. “What do you think if we hang it there? And what about his sister? Somehow, I don't think you merely helped her.” “Fine by me. I’ve known his family for a few years. His younger brother plays flyball and his sister runs a bookstore specializing in old grimoires and elemental books. I stopped there after the game. Some mages came in and started yelling. I didn’t understand what they were saying, but I went to

"Your grandmother" "Yeah, she was an ancient witch before she passed away and she is very powerful too" "So what are we doing next, my sister.." "I think this is the portal used in transporting your sister" "Why would they target my sister" "I don't know the reason, your majesty, I told you earlier that her highness is seeing the munezine monster, I could smell their scent from her" "Were you being serious then?" "Of course, I was this is not a joking matter"