Oblivion Resist Magic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Because he understood it better than anyone else. While the elders saw only darkness, suspicion, and fear, Raven knew exactly what their so-called “dark magic” truly was. Having lived in a cave with Cara for several months, he had seen with his own eyes how she gathered and concocted various poisons for self-defense, as well as medicines for healing and treatment. There was nothing of so-called dark magic, he suspected that those labeled as witches in Moonshade Valley were simply wolves deeply attuned to nature, who knew how to harness everything around them and turn it into tools of survival, compensating for their frail physical strength.

Hold on. His voice anchored me. My wolf thrummed, sensing his courage, his calm determination. I inhaled, drawing deeply into the power I had absorbed from Morwein. Unlike before, when the magic had nearly consumed me, I channeled it carefully, aware of the temptation but refusing to surrender to it. Each thread I wove into the wards was a promise, a reminder of my oath, a lifeline back to myself. The Veil pulsed. The whispers grew louder, angered by my resistance. Foolish girl. You could be more than all of this.

He looked to Ophelia, “You may have learned to scrape the edge of strength, but power borrowed is still power that can be taken.” His massive hand slammed into the ground, shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, but Ophelia was quick to counter. Together they pushed forward, Aaron and Ophelia. Aaron lunged his claws, blazing and carving into the creature's flesh again. Ophelia’s magic followed, not just flames but burning runes that laced the air with symbols older than the language of men. She was finally connecting to her powers fully. Her fire wrapped around Aaron like a shield, and his immunity made it more potent, making it burn hotter, cleaner, impossible to corrupt or consume.

“Let me show you what loyalty costs.” And without warning—it moved. A blur of smoke and blade. Finnick blocked just in time, but the impact flung him into a tree. He crumpled, groaning. I screamed, throwing my hands forward, magic bursting from my palms. Silver fire. It hit Riven in the chest—but passed through it. Like smoke, shadow. Riven hissed, amused. “Nice trick. But spirit magic only works on those with souls.” And then it lunged at me. I dove, rolled, barely missed its claws.

Typical wolf. Nathan Nathan watched Rita walk away, his wolf stirring restlessly beneath his skin. She was better. Not fully recovered, but stronger. The pallor in her cheeks had warmed; her steps carried more certainty than they had in days. But that wasn't what made his pulse jump. There was something new in her magic now—a resonance that hadn't been there before. It wasn't just her own power anymore. Something—or someone—else's energy wove through it, amplifying the natural current of her magic into something richer, deeper.

The Carriage had already began moving while she continued staring out the window with a frown. Watching Oliviér in the chaos of the rebellion. Her eyes flickered to the tower at the fourth floor standing on the window was the Rogue that chased her. It's bloodshot eyes were staring evily at the moving Carriage. *Author's note. I put it here because I know nobody reads the Author's note section. (1) Insigori; A monster who survives through thick and thin by bootlicking a stronger monster. For any confusion, in this chapter Elizabeth used Forbidden Magic, Magic that isn't from the Mother Earth is considered Forbidden Magic to Werewolves, and only Myriad (Hybrids) like Elizabeth can use this Mag

my father said. This time it was my brother who spoke. "Off how?" "When I first used my magic, she seemingly resisted it," my father said, to our shock. Magic resistance was a tricky matter. It was unclear what made people resistant to magic. It didn't seem to matter if one was a purebred werewolf, a demon blooded werewolf, or an angel blooded werewolf, and the resistance wasn't hereditary, as people in the same family could have varying degrees of resistance.

“Give me another option.” ⸻ Bramble stepped forward. His paws glowed. ⸻ Mason looked at him. “You too?” Prrrp. ⸻ Anwen studied the spreading darkness. “Together.” Claire looked at her. “What?” “Keeper magic resisted the Echoes.” “Your magic strengthened it.” “If the Hollow is corrupting the tree…” She looked between Claire and Bramble. “…don’t fight it.” “Restore what it’s taking.” ⸻

I planted my feet and drew a steady breath, bracing myself as I pushed back against the spirit with sheer will. “You do not decide this,” I said, my voice low and unyielding to her. “You do not touch her.” The resistance triggered a backlash. Magic roared through me, no longer flowing in its usual disciplined channels. It surged outward, wild and uncontained. Before I could pull it back, the glassware on the central table exploded.

Esco, Aeolous and Aiden is battling against each other, far from us. I created hundreds of light swords and hit the other mages with it. I created thousands of balls of light but I generated it from their backs, it was on their blind spot. Each of my ball of lights hit them. Some was already on their knees and some was still barely holding on. I made another spell that’s more powerful than the first one that I did. I created a spell on the ground, covering the whole battle athe rea and the lights coming from ground is draining their magic.