Wizardess Heart Hiro の小説・ストーリー

My heart held a fierce determination to safeguard her, to ensure that no harm befell her, especially in the midst of the chaos that seemed to encircle us. I found myself relying on the words of that enigmatic Icari, Renin, whom I had encountered in the woods. His claim that the Lunari's essence was imbued within me had ignited a newfound sense of responsibility. Renin's assurance that he would ensure Hazel's safety by meticulously tasting everything that came her way provided a semblance of relief, a thread of trust that I clung to amidst the uncertainty.

“he was being nice, you know you can at least try to be nice back instead of barely talking.” “i’m not sorry, i don’t belong here.” doctor hiroshi just scoffs and shakes his head in annoyance. i got startled by the sudden gasp coming from jasper’s direction, his blue eyes bloodshot and wide, he scanned the room wildly. his eyes reminded me of kol’s but blue instead of a hazel green. “watch...you better learn belle.” hiroshi says.

“Try to keep what was discussed here to yourselves, tell only those who need to know. We do not want our knowledge of Cassian’s and Cassandra’s search for Aurora revealed until we understand their end game.” Zohar bows lowly to Aurora, then holds out his hand for her to shake. She accepts the gesture and his face breaks into a relieved smile, “My queen, it is such an honour to meet you properly.” He lets go of her hand, then turns to me, showing me the same respect he showed Aurora by bowing then shaking my hand firmly.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

I screamed again, seeing who was above me. I stood up, looked around, and looked for Violet. There are many strange creatures here. The man who almost stepped on me is a demon! Belly down in the shape of a human, but he is a centaur with four legs. The girl sitting not far from Violet was even worse off. She is a mermaid incarnation, but she has a head with snake hair. "There are a lot of demons!" I screamed while running towards Violet. "Kei, you're just drunk; there's no stealth here!" screamed Violet with wide eyes.

Her voice was still calm, still unfazed by the Queen's loud voice. "How?" Her voice cracked. " I didn't know it would happen okay, I wouldn't have healed her. She drained half of my powers during the healing process. She was already dead Prisca but I unknowingly summoned her spirit putting my powers on the line. I thought I was doing well until I felt life draining from me. It was too late." She whispered and the Queen growled. "How can you be so daft and clumsy!! How?" "It already happened. She's powerful now, just give up already" she sighed dejectedly.

"It's already answered." Zara looked at Wisteria. Unlike everyone else, Wisteria wasn't surprised. She looked like she knew something. "You knew," Zara whispered. Wisteria closed her eyes. "For a while." "You knew?" "I wasn't certain at first." She met Zara's gaze, tears shining in her eyes, "but every clue led back to the same truth, the page doesn't respond to power, It responds to the heart of the one named in the prophecy." Zara's voice trembled. "And that's..."

She has the best barrier skills as well as using her aura as an offensive power. Zoe is the brains of the group and having the best tracking skills and using her senses skillfully, she hatches superb tactics when waging into battle. Iris is the seer, though not an ordinary one. She can foresee key events of the future. For a warrior, she's described as fragile and frail. Seeing the future is a curse, or so it seems. 'Hera' I whisper to my wolf. 'Carla, that's you. You're Hera and it's just that I don't know how, I can't explain it, but I can feel it.' I laugh inwardly when my wolf starts telling me that I'm someone who belongs in a legend.

he rasped. Her gaze softened, the sharpness of command melting into something warmer. “Hush now,” she murmured, moving to his side. She knelt with elegant ease, placing her palms gently against his temples. Silver light flowed from her hands in soft, graceful ribbons, winding their way through his veins like moonlight chasing shadows. The black venom hissed as her magic touched it, retreating like darkness before dawn. The healers looked on in stunned silence. “She’s… the Matriarch,” someone whispered reverently. “The head of the Moon Readers.”