Oriko Magica Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Orion shrugged. “The truth shouldn’t be manipulated.” Angela glared at him. “You are unbelievably annoying.” “And yet remarkably handsome.” A smirk tugged at his lips. This is exactly why I dislike men. Muttering under her breath, Angela turned back toward the clearing and closed her eyes. She tried to sense the objects around her, the bushes, leaves, tree branches, scattered stones, and fallen logs. She could sense everything. Yet something remained disconnected. “Use what belongs to you,” Orion instructed quietly. “Magic isn’t about forcing power into existence. It’s about understanding what already exists within you.”

Madam Iris says. “Your highness, if I may, Orion says.” ‘You have the floor, Orion.” The king says. “There is residual magic around the Alpha and the she wolf. Whoever did the spell is trying to find a backdoor into their minds. The three of us may be able to trace the magic signature back to the dark wizard or witch that worked this magic. This is very strong magic and only a few are strong enough to perform it and maintain it for this long. They left a trigger in the shewolf so that they can call her to work at anytime. Madam Iris disabled it. If it was still active, they could listen in on our conversation without her even being aware of it.”

If you let them…’ “You’re wrong, Eros. I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. Opening up the paper, I inhaled and exhaled before I spoke the words the best I could figure. “Incipe magicae. Congrega. Aedificare. Aufer. Sera. Catena. Abscondere. Sepelire. Magicae consumma.” The coin in my hand turned from warm to red hot. I opened my hand and watched as the color turned even brighter, the shape melting in my hand. My mouth finally opened and I let out a scream. It burned, but as I tried to let it go, it spread over hands. Falling to my knees, I held my wrist as I watched with tears as it consumed my hand.

Eamon offered a polite bow, then motioned for them to sit around a narrow wooden table. “I’ve been studying every text I can recall regarding runic infiltration and mind manipulation,” Eamon said, voice hushed. “But the name Orith… it’s eluded me so far. Whoever he is, his magic is potent enough to tamper with minds from a distance. That’s no simple feat.” Alara shared a glance with Ezra. “We can’t wait until we find the perfect reference in your scrolls. We have to prepare in other ways,” she said, scanning the piles of parchments for any snippet that might hold the key to Orith’s identity.

The magic Ornan tapped into is dark magic, which is generally not used and if anyone uses it, then they will punished severely. The reason that they want to tap into my magic is, Ornan is obsessed with me and there is a chance he must have left his essence which only my magic can grasp, even though it's minuscule. There is no guarantee that I might possess magic like my grandmother. But I might have traces of magic because my mother has some. The last time he came here, his ghost was close for an extended period with me and Melanie. Amber, of course, is in a coma, even if she was awake both Melanie and Amber are of no use.

A crooked grin spread across his face, and Slate said, “Command the magic, Nya. Feel it.” Nya closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn’t seen this scene ever before, and put her hand over the wound. “Heart of Magic,” she whispered, “I command you to heal this wound. Heal this man, and make him whole again.” Immediately, she felt the power pulsing through her, stronger now than it ever had before. It flowed from her fingers into Slate’s chest, and he closed his eyes as a warmth embraced both of them, a circling breeze like the hottest of summer days engulfing them and sweeping them up into the air. Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

questioned Maria only to have Mai turn to look at her confusedly. "Don't you know that out of the nine main types of magic that exist in this world, ice magic is not among them. Meaning that the ice-princess’s second magic type is a Bloodline Magic," Mai spoke seriously to Maria, who faintly recalled the book mentioning something about bloodline magic.

It turns out Lilith is faster—she cuts my cheek and draws my blood. "Delicious!" The blonde woman licks her fingers and laughs wickedly, as if high on my blood. Her pupils dilate, and those eyes, darker than black, focus on me yet again. "I'm not good at offensive magic but," she glances down at her now burning hands, smiling. "I can copy other people's magic temporarily by drinking their blood." I gasp but don't have time to say anything. Lilith throws me one fireball after another, and I'm forced to hide behind a tall pillar in the throne room, hoping not to get burned.

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.