Wizardess Heart Hiro の小説・ストーリー

And the one who exposes this place is not even a supernatural creature. Hiro's appearance made him feel so doubted about the spell and enchantments that his siblings has taught to him. Hiro grips Kagome's neck as he was thrilled to capture her and send her to the spiritual realm. His eye glows orange. "You do not belong here!" Hiro shouted. "Stop it!" snarled Amaya and force his hand to get off her. It wasn't a hard job to disentangle Hiro's strangles from her because Hiro is not yet good at fighting.

That angered Rozralas the more and she ran towards him. Hiro didn't wait for her to get to him, he ran towards her and blocked whatever darkness she was sending towards him and used his right palm to place it on her head and with just one push, Rozralas legs gave way and her knees found the floor. The ground beneath them made a large deep circle as the dust from it filled the air. Lia was surprised at the turn of events as she saw that Rozralas was kneeling in front of Hiro. Rozralas hasn't been this embarrassed before and she couldn't hide it. She will not change into her demon beast because of this little wolf boy. She tried to get up but Hiro kept pushing her head downwards so that she re

He pouts, laughing when the siphoner glares at him in return. "I'm not going to help you with whatever you want." Typical White Lotus witch. Always so keen on refusal. He hasn't even said what he wants. And Hiro's still useless unless they magically (pun intended) figure out how to get his powers back. It's been ages since the last time he's gotten ahold of one, he's not going to let this witch go.

There came the evil wizard in disguise of an irresistibly handsome Prince under the ruse of alliance, chasing his intentions with thundering speed as others were unaware of it. I never thought I would return to this destable land. Hmph, still the same. He thought with a bitter smile, contemplating the surroundings until his eyes met hers. “There she is.” Causing his heart to skip a beat, halting his very existence when he saw her from afar, still bewitching enough to capture any heart in her captivating hazel eyes.

“Finally,” an unfamiliar deep voice said. I move my head sideways and tried to open my eyes. The back of my head still hurts but I now have a clearer vision and consciousness. “She is an Ambrose,” that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

Then, he looked back at Nozomi before he continued, “I still have a lot of things I want to do.” Nozomi’s eyes turned red, and tears welled up. When Hikaru fainted, Nozomi’s heart dropped. “BIG BROTHER!” “We have to get him to a hospital NOW!” Yosuke stepped forward, ready to carry Hikaru. Having snapped out of her daze, Nozomi called for BaoBao. BaoBao immediately knew and provided her with what she wanted. The all-curse-and-spell breaker charm materialised within Nozomi’s palm, absorbed Hina’s magic, then disintegrated into dust without leaving a single trace behind.

He doesn’t move his lips, as if trying to imprint the feel of my lips into his memory. His heart still drums wildly, and I feel the slight tremble in his lips as he takes a shuddering breath and he slowly pulls away leaving me feeling lightheaded. “And you are my life, but perhaps in another situation… if I was not who I am… perhaps we could be.” Huh? He takes a small step back, his eyes hardening despite the emotions I see in them. “Do it now,” he commands in English and my gaze snaps to our surroundings, and just then a witch who I know by face steps forward from the shadows. She’s quite powerful and in a position in the coven here in America. She advances, her eyes glimmering.

The cold sweat that ran down the back of her neck didn't make her stop walking between the stretches of land in that village, looking at the sun so beautiful and orange about to set on the horizon. - Hadhih hi alshams... - He pointed to the sun showing him, who seemed too smart not to follow the finger of his breast, pointing to the sun with gloves on his hands, he observed the rose embedded in Karila's wrist and touched it entertained in the red drawing, making animated sounds when trying to say something, it didn't come out coherently, but the way he tried made the princess hopelessly excited.