The Irregular At Magic High Novels & Stories

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy Writes ❤️ CHAPTER 3 ❤️ Oh, that's Michelle, what does she want, don't tell me she's here to bully, Sharon whispered. Michelle walked elegantly to their table. Hi newbie, she said as she got to their table . Hi, Jeanne replied her pulling a confused look, Welcome to Suga high, if you don't mind, I would love to be friends with you.

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’

" Even Sharon who was acting affectionate with Seraphine was turned off by her dramatic nature and began to put in space between them. The ambiguous atmosphere from before diminished. "That's enough, Seraphine. You are starting to make Sharon feel disturbed now," Kayden bluntly pointed out, "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" "Oh yeah! I have received letter from my aunt at Hedia, and it was regarding recommendation to Hedia Magic Academy. There were two of them for Eugene and me." Although magic wasn't that widespread throughout the continent and only those born with innate talent are about to use it, the ordinary people are able to learn something here and there.

“Tch, don’t talk to me…!” …He clicked his tongue. What’s with his problem? God, I really want to punch him on the face and smash his jaw. “Erm, what about August—” “Do I seem like the type to cast magic?” “Whoa!? When did you come back…!?” I was freaked out by August who suddenly talks from behind. Why behind of all places…? “The principal healed me with his magic.” He muttered. “Anyways, among the S class— only Persia is skilled enough to cast a more complex magic.”

~*~*~ Erica The silence was suffocating. Her mother's gaze remained fixed on her lap as her tears fell, one drop after another while her father remained seated on his haunches, his hands clasped with his mate's. She swallowed back her tears and managed to ask, "So...so if a ma-mage is someone who-who practices dark magic, then how-how did I become one?" her voice trembled with emotion. Adrian glanced up. His eyes appeared red-rimmed as he replied hoarsely, "I honestly do not know".

Their sharp eyes locked onto me the second I walked in, tracking my every movement. "Sit down, Zara," Alistair said, pointing to a straight-backed wooden chair in front of his desk. I walked over and sat down, keeping my posture straight and my hands folded neatly in my lap. The burning sensation in my chest was pulsing aggressively now, reacting to the heavy magical pressure radiating from the two Council members. It felt like a hot brick pressing against my ribs, making it hard to draw a full breath. "We are here to discuss the extraordinary event at the Grand Arena yesterday," Alistair began, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. "A complete, sudden manifestation of high-tie

Ingrid might be relentless, but she wasn’t wrong. The day unfolded with the steady, relentless rhythm of something designed to wear you down. The first class was already a blur—a whirlwind of obscure magical theory that seemed to defy both logic and the laws of nature, delivered in a monotone drawl by a professor who hadn’t so much as blinked during the entire fifty-minute lecture. My notes resembled the scribblings of a madwoman…half legible, half hieroglyphs, and entirely useless.

It shouldn’t have errors…’ Now that he thought of it, the fact that this girl could use such a High-Tier Skill despite her current state showed that she had to be the real deal. ‘She even has Lucielle’s [Grand Magic Mastery] Skill and an even better version of her [Magic Application]. It was all so unreal. ‘This is crazy.’ Rey found himself sighing as he palmed his hand on his face. ‘She knows my identity, she is practically a monster, and the System is telling me to help her…’

Nah, I shouldn't even wait for that to happen. So Mariana finally decided it was time to stop and — for now — she should keep her mouth shut. Having left with no choice but to converse with herself, Pago suddenly crossed her mind. Mariana just missed the people. She missed her mother, who made shouting at her a daily routine before when she was the height of being engrossed in magic. She missed Marcus, who made shouting at her a daily routine when she used to crash into his home every morning to borrow his library; all so that she could learn more about magic… 'Wait, why do I only remember the bad stuffs?'

But here she was in the kind of situation she’d be forced to use magic. Professor Rhyb unrolled the scroll given by Professor Mabel. Squinting his eyes, he read one by one the names of the examinees. And one by one, each of them was assigned to classes, all in the crystal’s judgment by the worth of their power. Just like the girl named Ami who only managed to make the crystal blink like a firefly blinking its butt. “Ugh.” Max groaned. “That sucks.” Clara shushed him to which he returned with a sheepish smile.