Oriko Magica Novels & Stories

Lirle took to the air, her attention on the direction where the sound came from. Her whole body trembled. "You're frightened. What is it?" I asked, fighting my own nerves. Lirle's eyes bore into mine and her terror shone brightly as she said: We're too late. The Ondror's magic is upon us. Listen carefully. A dragon's magic comes from the soul. Our greatest weapon is using the weaknesses of our enemy against them by showing them what they fear most.

But lucky for them, everyone remained silent, albeit annoyed at her presence. "We can't wait for the scouts to come back just to tell us that Damion has moved on," Selene said, looking at me earnestly. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest we do then?" I asked inquisitively. She gave me a coy smile. "A little bit of magic." Shortly after, Selene had gathered in front of her some things she would need to do her magic. We all watched with curiosity as she placed the items on my desk. There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones.

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.

something. Her gaze dropped to the book, and she began to flip through the pages, her fingers moving with a quiet purpose. Finally, she settled on a particular passage, her eyes scanning the text with an intensity that piqued my curiosity. Roxy's voice was steady and clear as she read from the book, the words painting a vivid picture of the Cryomancer's abilities. "Cryomancers can control ice, including any liquid substance that can be frozen. They can also manipulate the mind, inducing hallucinations of objects, people, places, or entire scenarios. For short-term manipulation, a Cryomancer can use their magic alone. However, for prolonged influence, they often gift the target an item made o

But only one corner was glowing faintly, traced in silver thread. Kira’s domain. “She’s getting too bold,” Christopher murmured, his voice quieter now, more dangerous. “Sending me ashes. Pictures. Messages carved into bones.” “She wants you afraid,” Marcus said, rubbing his throat. “And I’m not.” Christopher turned, eyes alight with a cruel, venomous calm. “I’m angry. That’s different.” He walked to the table, sweeping aside the rest of the photos, until he reached a single crystal orb pulsing faintly with magic. He placed his hand on it.

The obelisk loomed before Nicola, ancient runes pulsing like a heartbeat in the sickly, crimson light. The closer she came, the heavier the air grew, like the nexus itself was trying to repel her. Marla's teachings whispered in her memory: Magic is as much about willpower as it is about knowledge. Stand firm, and it will yield. Nicola gritted her teeth, raising the shard. The artifact vibrated in her hand, responding to the obelisk's energy. The runes flickered, their light intensifying, as if the nexus were alive - and watching her.

Rowina said, quickly surveying the room, “A large amount of different blood types, a deceased crux beast and an unknown casualty, is that a woman? Her skin tone has a strange hue I haven’t ever seen before, I wonder…” “Dear, come let’s help these women first, something has happened that has caused great distress,” Percus said, placing a hand on Rowina’s shoulder, stopping her vocal musings. Leaning in to whisper into her ear, “I can sense some odd type of magic is affecting them, I think it must have something to do with the amonthrul.” “Marcia, Lacey and Minet, please drop your tops, I must check something. Percus, could you please,” Rowina said sternly, nodding with her head toward the doo

She nodded again to confirm to herself his lack of silliness and their abundance of it and he let out a satisfied grunt as if he'd been watching the progression of her thoughts along with her. "Now...about what's going on." His voice lowered again and she leaned in so that he could speak as softly as he desired, the result of which was that he leaned in as well and brushed his lips against her temple before continuing. "It was one of the oracles. Not the human ones like those at Delphi, but one of ours. One of the gorgons, in fact. It appears someone pulled an Odysseus on the poor, foolish creature and managed to get their hands on the methods to a sacred form of magic...one that uses names.

Pride tugged at them. Fear followed right behind it. Confusion was tangled somewhere in their thoughts. After all these trials, what next? They had survived the trials... but at what cost? ~~ "Close your eyes," the Oracle commanded. There was no room for hesitation. They obeyed. The darkness around them inhaled and then exhaled a surge of energy that slammed into them with the strike of a collapsing force. Martina's eyes flew open on instinct but the magic was already inside her, pulsing through her veins like burning fire.

“Exactly. Especially during such a powerful holiday like the Day of Magia. But the Oracle refuses to hear reason. He denies anything is wrong, but we will all be in for a rude awakening when they go to repair the barrier and find they cannot.” “Why wouldn’t they be able to repair it?” “Like I said before, the barrier was made using holy magic. Although it’s powerful, it’s easy to corrupt. The spell will break because of all the darkness.” All of the magic jargon flew over Ursa’s head, but she understood the idea of it. “Do you know of a way to fix it?” Orlov shook his head. “No. But I suspect Ivan might have a solution.” “His Majesty? Why?”