Oblivion Mage Stone の小説・ストーリー

The door swung open, revealing a small room filled with dust and light. In the center of the room, sitting on a stone pedestal, were three glowing blue stones. They pulsed with a soft light that matched the color of Raven’s ice magic. "The Star-Stones," Raven whispered. She reached out to take them. But before her hand touched the stone, the ground shook. A low growl echoed from the shadows. Out of the dark came a Guardian—a stone golem brought to life by ancient spells. It was seven feet tall, made of river rock and moss, with eyes that glowed a dull red.

Each filled with something different. The first contains black earth gathered from deep beneath Lycan territory. The second holds shimmering water from the fae rivers said to carry old magic. The third contains silver ash blessed by witches centuries ago. The fourth holds ancient vampire blood preserved from the first royal line. And the final bowl.. A piece I feel connected to quite deeply.. Inside rests a small jagged fragment of obsidian stone veined faintly with gold. Azriel notices my stare. “The throne stone,” he says quietly. “From the original kingdom.”

[Viola] “The purpose of coming to this cave is to test or analyse how much energy you can pick up or identify what type of energy it is. A mage can not only control their elements but can also associate the energy with them. Like thermal for Fire. I will also expect you to sense the negativity in it if it is harmful or demonic,” Mage Almora drones on. “This woman has spoken more than anything,” Isha, my roommate and one of the winners, mutters under her breath. I suppress a sigh because I can’t help but agree with her.

The whole thing shook again and I knew I had only seconds left before this was all over. The Dead Stone. It was key, had to be. Begging the Node to hold it together just a little longer, I shielded a blast of demon power, Ahbi's magic eager to do the job, and whipped it out toward Ameline's hand. She tried to dodge, saw it coming, but the thickened gray she'd created seemed to solidify as she did. It slowed her down, almost hardening around her as Ahbi's magic snapped over Ameline's wrist and sent the Dead Stone flying.

And why am I stuck with the ear and tail, could I move my tail, I have to try and do that more often. "That would be all for today, everyone dismissed," Lucifer says getting everyone out of the throne room, I turned to him from my chair and started to ask questions, he could at least answer those. "Lucifer," I say, he turned to me from his chair. "Yes, Nova?" he answers. "Why can't I hide my ear and tail like before?" I ask him. "Because you are a half-blood, my magic kept them hidden but in my presence and in hell they can't be hidden" He answered.

“Brookstone is a beautiful place. It’s a shame it’s been under the control of such evil mages for so long. That mob of mages is a mess. Even worse than these Buzzards. They are constantly overthrowing one another at war amongst themselves, which you’d think would make it easier for someone to swoop in and reclaim what used to belong to your family, but they always unite when there is trouble. My understanding is that the mage in control now is an older fellow by the name of Mage Grimly Grouse.” “Grimly Grouse?” That was definitely not the name that Mage Jaye had mentioned to me when she’d told me abou Brookstone. “Yes, I believe so. He’s an old curmudgeon but a strong mage. I think you can t

“2,000 high quality mana stones and 50 supreme quality mana stones.” Princess Denitra found it hard to hide her surprise. Mana stones were rare and expensive. Low quality mana stones could be purchased for 5 gold coins a piece. Mid quality mana stones could go for 50 gold coins a piece. High quality mana stones could go for 2,000 gold coins a piece. Supreme quality mana stones were so rare that they could go for up to 150,000 gold coins a piece.

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me … and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. “Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage.” She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. “Make sure to carry this with you at all times.” I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

“The cavern is collapsing again. We need to get him out.” “I can’t move this!” I yelled. “You don’t have to. Just weaken it.” He tossed me a small, rune-etched dagger. “Channel your magic through this. It’ll amplify it.” My hand shook as I grabbed the blade. I pressed it to the stone. Magic surged—wild, unstable—but stronger than before. The boulder glowed with cracks of white light. “Riven—now!” Together, he and I forced our remaining strength into the blade. The stone split apart with a thunderous crack.

He breaks off and does not continue; we have no time for this list, tonight will. At the edge of the runes Rhaell lifts his head and traces a single slow circle on the stone with the tip of his staff as if closing the battle with it. “Deep in the moonstones there is still reserve,” he reports, a mage’s way of saying “we have not lost.” Lunathiel nods and tucks into her nod what she has just wept out: it hurts, but we go on working.