People With Magic 소설 & 이야기

“Are you sure that there is no magic involve? Maybe magic has evolved all this while human think there are no magic left.” “That is not likely You Highness. Magic is a gift from God who spread magic particles in the air of the Dracenthia Kingdom. So like air, they are scattered all over the place. In countless numbers. It's just that, if air can enter the human body through inhalation, magic particles cannot enter the human body. Magic particles are borrowed to create things. For example, water, fire, earth, moving objects and others. But after using magic, the magic particles will return to the air. So it is impossible for magic to affect human’s brain as you say so, Your Highness. But, you

"At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes." All three girls laugh, and I glance down at my clothes, suddenly wondering if I should have picked out prettier ones. Right now, I'm wearing an oversized hoodie that looks run-down and a pair of leggings. Not exactly the latest fashion. 'Don't listen to them. I'm not a fashion expert, but a person who has to step over another person to feel pretty automatically turns ugly in my eyes.' I smile to myself after hearing Lucy speak, reminding myself to thank him later when we ar

she demanded, lifting her head slightly to look at us. I turned my head toward her, arching a brow. "What good stuff?" I asked, because clearly, I had missed the memo. "You know," Maggie said, waving a hand vaguely. "The real magic. The cool spells. The things that make witches, you know, powerful." Ashton let out a breathless chuckle. "You mean the stuff you saw in those movies?"

Although I more than once traced worry in their eyes when I answered something, which they quickly hid behind smiling faces. “Dearest, why don’t you tell us about your powers? Azlela said she had not seen a child with so much magic in her since she herself was born.” Cianna asks me, and I feel myself blush a deep red. I have never talked to anyone but Azlela about my magic, and she drilled into my head how it was something not to talk openly about. Cianna seems to read my mind, as she reaches over the table and takes my hands. “Azlela was a cautious woman. And I imagine how she must have ingrained in you that magic is not something you talk about. But we are family, and you are safe.” Her ey

Wanting to offer any help to her. “It’s fine dear.” Mrs. Letty assured. “Inside this house, I can cast spells freely and make my day easier.” Lucas sat on the breakfast table, furrowing. “Is that means we can’t use magic outside the house?” “No, dear, magic users aren’t popular lately. Even though this town is the safest place to live, we still need to hide our true identity. I heard across the lands that hunters are everywhere in search for our kind.” “Got it. Live carefully.” Lucas saw Mrs. Letty sat across him. “Can I do something, I mean like work? It doesn’t feel right, me sitting idle in the house, while you had helped me a lot.”

I’m in over my head. “I can’t go to a thrall with this. We don’t know who worked the magic or why. You know they’re more loyal to their own kind than they are to us,” Nathan says. “And you know I never believed you stopped associating with magicians.” Magicians? That completely blows my mind. “I’m sorry,” I break in. “Are there magic users who aren’t thralls?” “There are,” Nathan confirms. “And I’m sure Daniel can think of someone who can help us.”

He picked up his half-filled glass and took a sip from it, all the while watching me carefully. “Spells?” I raised an eyebrow. “As in witches?” “Mages,” he corrected. “Witch is a human invented term. They call themselves mages. They are unique people who hold special and mysterious powers. They’re divided by covens just as humans are divided by religion. You’ll be meeting some of them tomorrow.” “How will I know if it’s a mage or not? Do they look like us?” I asked, intrigued. This might just be the most interesting news I had heard in eons. Witches were real! How cool was that?

Their bodies would be reduced to ash, their very existence erased from the world. "G-Grand Scale Magic," someone stammered, his voice trembling with fear and astonishment. The words hung in the air, a testament to the sheer power that was being unleashed before their eyes. Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that such a thing was possible. A single person, a mere teenager, was capable of casting a spell of such unimaginable magnitude, a spell that could level entire cities. The awe and terror were intertwined, a potent cocktail that threatened to overwhelm them.

He asked the second time. "Osman." "Osman, huh? Your name suit your brute personality. You're a tough one and I like you." "What brings you here?" "Why do I hear unwillingness in your voice?" "What can we for you master?" "Now that sounds better. I'm looking for a group of special people" "Special people?" "You heard me right. People that can practice magic." "How many of them do you need master?" "The more people you get, the better." "It's going to be a difficult task but as long as master is willing to pay the price. We will get them"

So, she could only begrudgingly agree until she figured something out as well. Hikaru burned the midnight oil studying, working, and training. Nozomi took extra precautions and experimented with knowledge from her previous lifetimes to keep herself from falling sick. Everyone was so focused on their agenda that time flew by without them paying much attention to it. The rumours and conspiracy theories had died down. There were some magical people who came forth about their existence, but non-magical people could only see their change of clothes and equipment. The public eventually concluded that it had to be some form of trickery and labelled those magical people as pranksters. It caused some