Oriko Magica Novels & Stories

“You’re going to want to step back.” With zero hesitation, they step back in perfect synchronicity as I turn my attention back to the Orraikam. Its swirls of celestial colour begin to pick up speed as the pulsating intensifies. Suddenly magic from within the Orraikam burst out, drawn directly into Oshmin’s hand as it travels directly through to his other hand, blasting out into Gabriella’s body. The underwater throne room quakes as I watch the transfer of power with bated breath as several scenes pass before my eyes showing me all that will be and all that could be, from this singular moment. The fight isn’t over yet, but I will no longer be fighting it alone.

It was liked she was locked into a deep sleep. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that Sia had stirred awake. ‘She has been infected.’ Oracle stated after a while. With what? ‘Magic’ Oracle replied. Huh? ‘An inter-dimensional hex as been placed on her.’ Oracle replied. ‘The only way she can wake up is if the hex is purged.’ Can I purge it? ‘Unfortunately, you have not attained the level of Witch craft yet.’ Oracle replied. I thought you could do anything!

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

Like reality itself was holding its breath. Beside me, Miyori's hands began to glow faintly. Ice magic, ready to be deployed if needed. The candle flames turned purple. The darkness deepened. And somewhere in the space between heartbeats, something began to take shape in the center of the circle.

However, Onora’s voice forced me to open my eyes. “All done, Your Majesty!” What? My stupefied gaze fell on Onora’s face as I checked my wrist, that ominous thread was taken away without a hitch. “What has just happened?” My query deepened the lines of worry on Onora’s forehead, she examined me thoroughly as if I was an alien specimen. “This bond blocker is an advanced magic. Catherine has skillfully combined dark magic with the three protection spells. It was supposed to have a backlash on you, Your Highness. How come you’re so relaxed?”

He then gallantly plodded on the stairs, going upstairs and downstairs until he finally reached a stair that was moving to a still ground. To his surprise, the still ground was actually the podium that he saw earlier. He took the chance to closely inspect the orb. “Hmm...” He frowned. Except for it’s black and white hue, the orb looked completely normal. Nothing was special in it. Curiously, Ricky reached out onto the orb and placed his hand on it. The orb was surprisingly warm. Is this also magic? He thought, when suddenly he felt an immense throbbing on his head. Unable to hold in the pain, he fell on the podium, unconscious.

That was the price of depending on one’s soul, and the reason why Orange Monk didn’t resort to such an option easily. ‘That looks dangerous. And that woman called Maggie. She must be a skilled warrior to have seen that quick block. Who is unordinary in Asher City?’ Mane also realised that Orange Monk’s condition was unusual. He could even feel a faint aura of death surrounding Orange Monk as the man fought. This was what his senses as a Scholar told him. This meant that the Record Stone recorded more than images. It could actually record the aura and presence of another, making it a very resourceful tool. He was also impressed by Maggie’s analysis. It seemed that Peter always turned to her f

"Shiro...Shiro...Shiro" Orie yelled into his device, but there was no outcome, he had been repeatedly doing this for the past few minutes, he even tried teleporting, but he didn't seem to have enough mana left go that far. Many others were less concerned and had already gone home, and Orie had finally made peace with the fact that his magic would not be able to save his students. He reached into right pocket and brought out his phone, then he made a call that was answered almost immediately

The training began before dawn. In the ruins beneath Nightwind, older than the pack itself, Orion carved the first circle in ash. He used no blade, only his fingers, leaving glowing marks on the cold stone floor. The runes pulsed with a faint violet light. Aria stood at the center. No sword. No armor. Only truth. “Mirror magic doesn’t come from power,” Orion said. “It comes from clarity. You must reflect what is, not what you want to be true.”