The Irregular At Magic High Light Novel の小説・ストーリー

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Earnestine said. They could all feel the exciting thrill of the wind, as they hanged in the mid-air while the rulers of Irvine smirked seeing them struggle to save themselves. Janeka could feel how powerful their magic felt, she knew that she might turn out not to be a match, but she had to try. She could feel her magic surging up, conveying an exhilarating chill. She grinned before she screamed, and her dark powers erupted in the form of a black light then it dispersed moving everything in its path away including the rulers of Irvine. She felt her body tumble down on the floor. Everything turned black. Hayley, Wendy, and her classmates sat in the silent class, the history teacher suddenly s

Anita falls to the ground unconscious. There is always a prize to pay when using magic

"This is why I don't talk to children." His next attack tore the air itself. A blast of darkness erupted toward her, shredding reality as it moved. But Lira didn’t flinch. She raised both hands. Her magic—that chaotic, brilliant magic—exploded outward. Not golden. Not silver. Something older. Something forgotten. The beams collided, and time bent. The sky opened above us though we were deep beneath stone. Stars shifted. Doors opened in places where there were no walls. The air tasted of smoke and lightning.

and I turned, locked eyes with her, and let a strand of my magic spiral through the air—just enough to make her champagne turn into steaming goat’s milk. She turned purple. Mr. Yellow cackled in my purse. But here’s where things got weird… and powerful. Because I had started noticing it too. My magic was accelerating. Not gradually. Not in the charming, fairy-tale “she’s blooming” kind of way. No. I was leveling up like a warrior in an MMORPG cheat code mode. Just yesterday morning, in the castle’s private war room turned training chamber, Edric and I had our morning spar-and-magic bonding session. A thing now, apparently. I was only trying to conjure a small flame to roast a training dummy

We raised our hands high, channeling our magic into a single, concentrated beam of light aimed directly at the sorceress. "Now!" I shouted, releasing our combined magic. The beam shot forth, a brilliant arc of light that cut through the darkness like a beacon. The sorceress's eyes widened in shock as our magic struck her, and for a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to pause. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baddy reared back, unleashing a torrent of dark energy in a desperate attempt to shield the sorceress. The collision of our magic and his darkness was catastrophic, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

He slashed at it with his blade, cutting deep — but every cut simply made it split, two tendrils growing from the wound. A second wrapped his other leg, then his waist. The pull wasn’t violent — it was constant, irresistible, like a slow tide pulling a body out to sea. Harlow lunged in, trying to sever the binds, but another shadow arm blocked her, striking with enough force to send her skidding back across the stone, sparks trailing from her blade. Killian stepped forward, reaching with his own magic. He could feel the difference instantly — the tendrils from the fissure were his, but not under his command.

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.

Lena Raiden comes downstairs and smiles then says, “Reinaux is ready for the rest of us, but if you remember how I did that glowing thing…um…yeah, this is similar and even more intense.” I can see the glow and the swirling vine markings all over Raiden and I can feel my body reacting. “We can each take turns with Reinaux. The magic will keep us ready and Reinuax explained we are designed for sex, our dream magic is related to fulfilling sexual fantasies. I was Reinaux’s biggest fantasy, so they had a hard time being without me,” Raiden explains.

The High Council hadn't created the magic; they had just built a cage to index it. ​"I am the author of the layout," Elara whispered to the void. ​She opened her eyes, and they were no longer white or gold. They were a deep, absolute pitch-black, the color of the original, unrefined ink that had been used to draw the very first boundary lines on the continent before the rules were ever written. ​With a final, desperate cry, she didn't pump her magic into the silver vial, she smashed it directly into the central brass floor plate.