Oriko Magica Novels & Stories

While they are walking towards the students, they saw someone familiar approaching them. It is Kiyoko-san. Kiyoko-san is a girl who is also studying here. Although she looks like a guy, she is actually a girl. She is a powerful mage who uses fire magic. "Hey guys, how are things going?" "Good thanks to you. We've finally found the first two items." "Yay! Glad to hear that!" "Yeah! Thanks, Kiyoko-san!" "No problem." For Earth and Sky, they managed to get the first two items.

I call in a tone of authority after the demon and its head snaps in my direction so fast that I hear the bones in its neck sickeningly crack. Orion blocks out the teenage boy's mind for a moment so he won't remember seeing us in his dream when he wakes up. The clown rushes towards me, showing me it's not so pearly white teeth in the process. I move my hands up and down and the imprint of the moon on my palm begins to glow. I push my palm out toward the creature saying the incantation to kill it. "Ayrel lè cremar," I mercilessly scream at it and it lets out an ear-splitting shriek as my magic impacts it.

’ From above me, he knocks me into the ground. Did I underestimate him too much? - NOROYA’S POV Something isn’t right. He should be dead by now. Why isn’t he suffering? I have been deliberately dishing out only intense attacks and curses. Why? I cast another spell. This time, I fling him into a tree. The cuts and bruises on him are deep but not deep enough to kill a werewolf. They are not fatal enough. What is going on? Why?! I unleash curses on him, holding him in place with magic. Orio is not going to forgive me if I let this brat go. He needs to die. How dare he with stand my attacks?! Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to?

I look to the side as my mother’s aura suddenly appears and her energy fills the room, “Yildiz is right. I see it too.” Mother steps towards the Orraikam and places her hand upon it. I watch in awe as her fuchsia and silver aura intensifies – to the point I have to shield my eyes – and begins moving around the Orraikam, acting as a seal around it containing the magic within. I watch as the wisps of magic continue to seep out slowly but as they do, they hit my mother’s magic and move no further.

Akira: Ahaha how can i forget about it. With a smile i then taking out the Orc King mask, Black Grizly Robe and Dire Wolf Staff. I can see the orc flinched and trying to ran away. Seeing it i then tap the staff on the ground and start to cast my magic. Akira: Quagmire... The magic then active and made the ground under the orcs became soft and a lot of the orcs stumbled. Seeing the chance everyone start to attacking them.

Varrow leaned against the wall, bleeding but grinning. “You should let it take him,” he said, voice ragged. “One less threat to you.” Killian didn’t even look at him. He poured his will into the magic — not to control the shadows, but to change them. He pushed light into them, thin cracks of pale silver running along the tendrils like veins. The First hissed. For a moment, the pull weakened. Daryl’s body stopped sliding. His breathing was shallow, ragged, but he met Killian’s eyes.

We could be a team. “Did you choose to be the voice of the witches?” He pushed the laptop away and turned towards me, giving me his full attention. I liked that about him. He laced our fingers together and pulled me closer to him until our knees touched. “Yes, I did. I have two parts to my magic. Part of it grants me the ability of an Oracle. I’m also a Siphon, meaning that I can use other magics. I can tap into them as long as I’ve come across them before. That’s how I knew manipulation magic for your hair.”

Would it be too close for them to see the flashes of light in the sky? Not wanting to overthink it, she called forth her magic and unlike before when it was sluggish in answering, now it surged forward, hot and fast as she raised her hand to the sky. A flash of white rent the horizon and a bolt of lightning tore from her hand. She stared at her hand in astonishment for a few seconds, mesmerized at the way it glowed with the potency of her magic, before pointing it to the ground where the Ork lay. White bolts of energy emanated from her hand, like electricity, as she made deep holes on either side of the Ork so that it would be easy to bring it out.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

Then Eloria stepped forward and pressed both palms flat to the bark of the Oak. The world tilted. Power surged. Memories—voices—screams—ancient howls—spells uttered by witches long turned to dust pushed into her mind. Her breath deepened. Her spine arched slightly as the magic wrapped around her like an invisible lover. And then, she began to chant.