Oriko Magica Novels & Stories

Their jaws hit the floor as they stare at us in wide-eyed shock. “We can explain the details of how that happened later, but for now, please tell us about this object you wish for us to protect,” instructs Lemuel. Gokcen clears her throat and centres herself, “It is known as the Orraikam. It is the physical manifestation of all the magic ever wielded by the Goddess Fretez. As she lay dying, to ensure her magic was never reversed and in turn that all makkares would survive, she preserved all her magic in the form of the Orraikam. Manon attempted to steal that power and become a God. Our mother has explained that the Orraikam serves a greater purpose that we do not yet know, so until then, we

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

she said with a smile. He placed his hand on her healthy baby bump and closed his eyes while he focused. I noticed that Macario’s magic was a very light white color instead of green like Bellamy’s. I was not certain if it was each Witch that had their own coloring or if it was the type of magic they had. I would ask him later because I was very curious about it now.

“We are expected.” The torches flare to life all at once. Steel screams as doors slam shut behind us. Runes ignite beneath our feet; old, brutal magic that bites into bone and nerve. I stumble as my power slams into an invisible wall, my fire snuffed, my shadows screaming uselessly against binding sigils. “Trap,” Orion growls, already fighting it. “Sariyah—”

Orsina says, shaking her head. “Well then what’s going on?” “Hang on.” Orsina squirms and shifts around, reaching into her pocket. She shows us the stone carving. It’s glowing with a soft pinkish light, and making the gentle humming noise. “What on earth?” Jasper asks, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. I shift back into human form so I can talk. “It’s the magic,” I say, recognizing some of the hallmarks from all my work and research with Layla.

Sora explained. His explanations got Yaju’s attention. The young man looked up with his eyebrows slightly facing downward, frowning in confusion. Sora smiled. “Even though you disguised your magic, it is still recognizable, Yaju. It only covers your magic with another layer of magic, different magic. But underneath, it’s still yours. That’s why I know it’s you.” Yaju was no longer frowning, but his expression gradually morphed into a sad one, judging from how fluttery his eyes had become.

Renci replied. Namio Rankle clicked his tongue regretfully and replied, "She hates you so much; how can you take her back? Daydreaming too much, O.Renci," "That will come later, Namio," O.Renci continued. "You must not use forbidden magic to summon it. All innocent people will die, which you will see for yourself. Why pull that thing back from Zixa dungeon?" Namio Rankle looked at O.Renci like a fool, "It's infinite power; it's life forever, O.Renci. Who doesn't want to?"

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

The earth caved beneath their feet, but there was no stopping their brutal clash. The Oracle appeared beside Ophelia within the circle, lending her her strength and whispering an invocation together. “Blood of the heir, fire of the gods, seal the wound between what is and what must not be…” They repeated the chant several times, and Ophelia’s chest burned. Light bled from her pores channeled towards the circle dias, which posed resistance. But with focus and dedication, she conquered its will and got it to accept her. Shadows surged from the runes, crawling up her legs, branding her with celestial marks. Her eyes rolled back as her magic collided with the Heart's essence inside her.