The World Of Magic の小説・ストーリー

I nodded. "I understand." I said to her and I left the same way I came. Observer's POV This got more interesting than I thought. I never suspected Kate, the Spears housekeeper, to be a ruler of the night. The young girl definitely looked extremely innocent to be suspected. This new information gave me a chilly feeling about the mole we have in our midst that works for Sage. Anyway, a lot has been on both at the Magical world and the human world. The war has truly began. It only needed time to escalate and something else to fuel it. Something both worlds do not have in their possession at the moment - the magical band.

she said with suspicion. "In our world, Verendus, there are three realms being managed by these three major gods namely Gwydion, Aengus and Cailleach. Gwydion manages Caelistis which is the realm in the sky. Aengus, on the other hand, manages Pandeia which is the realm underneath us. Lastly, Cailleach manages Middea which is the middle realm where we live. In a world where we have three different yet big divisions, don't you think it's normal to have or learn different types of magic? You asked why am I certain about your magic? Because those who are born with a sacred curse often possess the same magic—black magic. I'm giving this diary to you because the old owner of it possessed the same

Let me tell you a little about the nature of what you vaguely call "magic." I have never liked that word for it because it describes too poorly the reciprocal action of energy that only a few are capable of generating with enough power and control to affect the material plane. Those of us who have been blessed with the ability to control the ebb and flow of Mana do not see the world as mere mortals do. Our minds exist at the same time in the everyday material world and the dazzling magical world that only users of this power can know.

“We would like more, but it is a hard world for mages.” “It is?” That surprised me. I would have thought that mages had the advantage over the rest of mankind, possessing, as they did, magical power. “A lot of people are intolerant of magic in the young, some continents have mage hunters, and then, studying magic can be hazardous in itself,” she stepped out into another hallway, this one empty. “There is a high mortality rate amongst the mage-born.”

Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches. She pulled back quickly touching her heart, "what the hell is that?!" Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires

It was something her father decided to share, making it look like it was the only way to send secret letters with magic. Depending on the family, the magic they had was different. There was Arcane magic, enchantment magic, summoning magic, holy magic, world magic, demonic magic, and pure magic. While the royal family and the Kristen family used Arcane magic, the Adamantine family used enchantment magic. The church used holy magic, gods used world magic, magical beings used pure magic, and last she heard, the Empire of Illumine specialized in summoning magic and demonic magic.

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

What world did he come from? Radolyub sighed heavily and looked at Erto again. - There are a lot of worlds, but I have never been to other worlds, Yaroslav, - said the magician. “I only know that some of them live only by magic, only by energy, which is capable of recreating any object, embodying any thought, any image. These are very strong worlds, Yaroslav. It is said that your father was the ruler of one of these worlds... - But? There is always a “but”, Radolyub, - Yarsi said harshly.

I nodded. "Well, it's nothing compared to yours. Though, I personally think that this world is more toxic than mine," he expressed, "So true. So what else?" I agreed with him. This world is cruel, we might have achieved a lot through technology, but that's also the reason why we're suffering. It's just an inevitable poison. "We do have magic, which your world doesn't have." That's right! "Okay, tell me more about magic. It's history, legacy, how it works, the categories and as much information as you can tell me. Come on!" I eagerly awaited for his answer.

Her experiences became a tapestry of stories, woven with threads of cosmic magic, as she unfolded the mysteries of distant lands and the beings that inhabited them. Luna's tales resonated with lessons of resilience, unity, and the enduring balance of magic. She spoke of alliances forged with mystical beings, challenges faced and conquered, and the cosmic forces that shaped the destiny of enchanted realms. Luna's words were a testament to the interconnected nature of magical worlds, emphasizing the importance of understanding and cooperation.