Rukh Magi の小説・ストーリー

“They’re already too close. Some of them are. immense. Bigger than anything we’ve ever seen.” "Then we battle," Krishna coldly stated, facing the mages that were marshaling their power. "We do not allow them to break Brunschière. If they do, the plague will expand faster than we can keep up." The mages, their faces etched with both terror and resolve, also nodded as one. Krishna felt the heavy weight of their gazes on her—some waiting for strength, others, for a glimmer of hope for this impossible moment. The air was filled with magic, heavy and strained, as their incantations started rising together, echoing the ancient energy hidden deep in the earth.

Sliding up the side of the shack as he cradled his pained shoulder. “More fine, now.” Magus had stepped back from the structure, facing it as he crossed his forearms before him. He slowly unfolded them. Leaving what looked like a green rainbow in their wake. Brighter lights glimmering from his fingertips as he curved them in his concentration. His face written with tension and his lips murmuring as he whispered words too low for even my wolf ears to catch. Then he sent out a streaming green light from each hand, which wrapped around the base of the shack in both directions.

His messy dark hair was sticking up everywhere, and he was squinting at the light like it was bothering him. He was shirtless, his athletic chest and stomach on full display, the bandages around his ribs stark against his tanned skin. He looked so sexy it was hard to breathe. "You're always up so early, honey," he rasped. His morning voice was deep and husky, sending a shiver straight down my spine. "Coffee's on the counter," I said, trying to keep my voice dull. Jax walked over, his hand pressing against his side as he moved. He picked up the mug I slid toward him, his large fingers wrapping around the ceramic.

Paige then explained to her, "I'm going to find out soon, my mother told me that on my 16th birthday, she would give me the magic herb called Soul’s revelation, I still have a month to wait but I can't stop thinking about it. Let me explain to you, this magic herb allows you to find out if you have a particular energy reserve, once swallowed you do a first test to find out if you are a mage, a warrior or a simple human. And if you realize that you have a energy reserve then you have to do a second test to know if you are a mage or a warrior. This second test will allow you to know your potential if you are a mage, and if you are a warrior then your potential are already unlimited, it is up t

“Here you go, Alpha.” I nodded and then said to the other guard, “Go fetch Magenta immediately.” “Aye!” He headed off without further hesitation. Magenta was the Pack Witch, but she was also a Healer. In our world, Pack Witches were Healers, too. After all, medicine is a form of magic, I would guess.

The Heart of Magic. Jergintarth's eyes widened, and his body trembled with rage. "Who are you? Give back the boy's heart!" snapped Jergintarth angrily. “My name is Lycus, the great sorcerer. I am the most powerful magician among humans. With The Heart of Magic in my hand, my magic power is not only the strongest among humans but also the strongest on Magica,” he said with an arrogant grin. “To hell with your ambition! For your selfish interests, our kind is destroyed! Give back the boy dragon's heart!” snapped Jergintarth in a thunderous voice.

The dagger feels alive in my hand, its ruby flaring as if sensing the threat. The first rogue bursts from the fog—a massive grey wolf, eyes mad with shadow corruption, silver-tipped claws extended. More follow, snarls ripping through the mist, their scents rancid with witch magic and desperation. They’re not just rogues—they’re cursed, twisted by the same shadow beast that hunts my bloodline.

Lucas softly told Irina. Irina smiled. “I’m not in danger. We have a big help.” She looked down to her lap then up again to face confused look from them. “The big help is…” Hilda let her word hung. Nodding, Irina smiled brilliantly. She proudly said. “Ro is a guardian pet made by my father. I learnt about him when my father unbound me. He told me then Ro could turn into his guardian form since I had become who I really am. A witch.”

Dilo growled, “People like her are more so than others, she will be a magic wielder judging by her body shape, so she may carry her familiar so could torch this entire place in seconds.” Rex was just about to thank Rosie for the drink when Grub called out, “Hello long legs, Grub want to know if you magic thrower.” “Magic thrower?” Rosie asked, her voice riddled with humour, and then as his body odour struck her, a hint of hesitation crept into her body stance. “Yes, Grub thinks you have magics and be able to throw them,” Grub slurred, his voice drawling from the effects of alcohol.