Novels by Kaikazima4

Amid the scattered ruins and the thick metallic scent of blood mixing with hot smoke, Isaac stood frozen. His breath was ragged, but his eyes remained locked on the ancient scroll clenched tightly in his hand. The worn parchment trembled at his fingertips, as if demanding his full attention.The writing upon it was no ordinary script—twisting symbols that shimmered red and black flowed in an ancient demonic language, one that only a handful of beings could comprehend. But for Isaac, it was all too familiar, etched into his mind like the shadows of a past he could never escape.“This… this isn’t just a guide to a ritual,” he muttered hoarsely. “It’s a roadmap… full instructions… to resurrect me—Maximus Bloodthorn.”A sudden weight pressed on his chest. His body trembled—not from cold or fear, but from a surge of overwhelming emotions. Anger, confusion, fear, and… amusement.Isaac took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his mind. “How ironic… all this time I’ve fought so hard to

The sky above Avalon Academy suddenly turned pitch black. Dark clouds swirled silently, as if being drawn in by something far more massive than an ordinary storm. The moon and stars vanished instantly, making the world seem as though it had lost its breath. The wind halted. Time stood still. A suffocating silence fell.Isaac, still reeling from pain across his body after the battle in the underground ruins, lifted his head and looked up. His sharp eyes caught sight of a massive crack splitting the sky, emerging from the direction of the academy’s main gate.“Wait, what is that?” Isaac muttered, his voice hoarse but alert.He held his breath as a thunderous boom echoed, shaking the ground and the ancient stone walls of Avalon Academy. At once, he felt a strange wave of energy spreading—like the protective aura that had long shielded the academy was now cracking and slowly falling apart.“This… can’t be happening,” whispered a student near Isaac—a blond-haired teen who had been his close

The night air felt heavy, pressing against the chests of anyone who dared approach the ancient ruins on the forest's edge. A thin mist blanketed the rocky ground, and a cold wind slithered through the cracks in the crumbling stone walls. This was where the Order of Maledictus had chosen to begin their forbidden ritual.Isaac stood behind a large tree, eyes narrowed as he watched the massive magic circle glowing blood-red. The low, repetitive chant shattered the silence, sending vibrations through the air. Before him, the Order’s members, clad in black robes adorned with terrifying ancient symbols, moved in hypnotic rhythm.He brushed his chin slowly, suppressing the bitter heat burning in his chest. “This is more than just a regular ritual…” Isaac thought. “If they succeed, it won’t just be the academy that falls. This world… could be annihilated.”Beside him, Elena, a loyal member of his alliance, gripped her magic staff tightly. Her face was tense, but her sharp eyes remained alert.

The evening sky blurred, leaving a faint orange glow shimmering behind the large window of Avalon Academy’s training room. Inside the quiet chamber, only the hiss of wind slipping through window cracks and the soft ticking of an old clock could be heard. The dim light cast dramatic shadows on the two figures sitting across from each other.Isaac stared sharply at the man before him. Lucian von Drazel, with jet-black hair neatly combed, wore a perfectly tailored black robe; his face was stern and calculating. His cold eyes radiated something unreadable, like a deep ocean hiding a storm.Lucian took a deep breath and began speaking in a low, calm voice.“I know this is hard to believe, Isaac. But all this time, I’ve been more than just a rival hungry for victory.” He leaned back in his chair, locking eyes with Isaac.“I’ve also been watching the Maledictus Order. They’re deeper and more dangerous than you think.”Isaac furrowed his brow, narrowing his eyes. “So you stayed silent all thi

The air at Avalon Academy felt increasingly heavy. A thin mist hung low among the ancient stone buildings, carrying the scent of dampness and stale magical dust. Beneath the spires and gloomy stained-glass windows, Isaac moved swiftly through the eastern corridor, wearing a loose gray robe. His shadow stretched along the wall, fractured by the lazy flickering of torchlight.He stopped abruptly.Someone was following him.He saw no one when he looked back, but the air... moved. A faint rustle. A breath held too long. Isaac clenched the notebook hidden within his robe.“They’ve started moving...” he thought. “Too soon.”He decided to turn sharply toward the underground stairway. The walls were beginning to sweat with moisture. The slick stones beneath his boots forced him to slow down. But in this darkness, he felt more at ease—more like his true self.Suddenly, from behind a thick pillar, a student appeared. A young man with neatly combed black hair and an expressionless face.“Isaac A

Isaac's steps halted behind an old stone pillar now overgrown with moss. His breath caught in his throat, his back pressed against the cold, damp wall of the academy's underground corridor. The faint glow from the aged magic stones embedded in the walls provided only dim light—enough to see a shadow’s outline, but not enough to recognize any face.“Damn… What was that just now? That wasn’t a guard. Not normal magic. But why does it feel like… I’m being hunted by the night itself?” Isaac thought, still holding his breath.His heart pounded fast, though his face remained calm. He wiped sweat from his temple with the sleeve of his robe. His tall, lean figure blended perfectly into the shadows. His usually messy dark brown hair now clung to his forehead with sweat. His eyes, sharp and ever-watchful, scanned the corridor ahead.Then, a scraping sound.Isaac tensed.Someone—no, something—was still following him.From the dark corridor came the sound of heavy breathing—inhuman. It didn’t com

"A spell gone wrong brought me here, I tell her, turning my palms upwards in a show of pacifism. I mean you no harm, I only wish to leave"The woman hisses, pointing one finger at me. "Then leave." From all around her, a whirlwind of petals comes flying toward me. I sense no true power within, so I let the spell hit me. The next moment, I'm in the middle of the rest, rushing through the trees. Then I'm above the ocean, one with the wind. Then I'm being pushed through a stone archway on a remote island.I get flung through it, and emerge back in New Sunshire. Well, that was a trip.Looking around, I see the others have realized what this is all about, too. With everyone going in and out of houses, the doorways are unable to fully close, letting some of the power of those inside them leak out. Perfect.I follow the stench of scented candles and expensive perfume, letting it guide me through an archway leading into a garden overcome by weed. I protect my body before stepping through, jus

HOTARUOnce again, Quinn is the teacher sent to chaperone us on the field trip. The buses drop us off in New Sunshire, many miles away from regular Sunshire, all the way on one of Scotland's shores. Don't ask me to tell you if it's the east or the west, though. Maybe north and south? Scotland does touch the sea on all sides, right?"I can't believe you brought that," I mutter to Mac, who has a small plant in his lap. "You're gonna break it.""There's a burner moth somewhere in our room, and it keeps messing with my plants. Puffing out his chest as though he were personally challenged, he gets a serious look in his eye, which is not something you often see on Mac. "I'm not letting it have this one.""Why's that one special?"The blonde giant shrugs, looking down at his plant, a tender smile on his face. "It just is. Got the seed from the last one, so this'll be my first time going through multiple generations."I thought that was a regular thing to do, honestly. Well, I never did claim

IAN"We don't have time for this." Maria approaches, and I can tell what she's going to do by the look in her eyes. Too late to stop her, I can only watch as her palm harshly connects with Hotaru's cheek, nearly knocking him back to the ground. "Wake the hell up."He looks at her, his face turning red, more clarity in his eyes. "Tll curse you into being bald." It's a genuine spell we've learned. Makes one wonder what sort of witch was bored enough to invent such a thing.We throw the dreamcatches into the fire, a large burst of white smoke rising from it, making us all pull back a little.The image that forma inside is nothing like the ones we saw in the bubbles. Instead, what we see is a woman- maybe a man with the same colors as Choronzon, only different features. They're wearing a black centurion-like armor, with absolutely no cloth attached to it, meaning no pants, cape or anything. The armor has jagged shoulder. pads and no sleeves, showing off a pair of thin, pale arms. They hav

HOTARUPotions aren't really a class I remember all that much about, for whatever reason. Quinn is the teacher, and seems to be looking kind of stiff whenever our eyes meet. Why do I not remember this?I seem to remember the potions well enough, I just don't remember learning how to make any of them. What gives? It's a class we only take once a week, so it should be pretty memorableSeeing that one of the pages of my book has had its comer folded, so I turn toward it. 'Memoria Damnum: How to Delete Someone's Memories.I guess that explains it.With Mac no longer interested, Maya is the only other person who bothered to take it, and this is the one class she excels at. Doesn't take much magic control to make a potion work, so I guess it makes sense she'd put all her energy into this.it's the last class of the day, so we're all free to meet up once it's over. Other than Diana, I'm the first to arrive at the library, Maya probably heading off to meet with Erik first to try and steal eve

He just gives me a wink, saying nothing. Alright. Keep your secrets."Dreamcatches are typically used to protect children" Diana continues, shooting lan a quick dirty look. "These would be woven in a slightly different pattern. The dream bubbles would have to go through them, where they'd remains until we burned the catcher and saw the dreams inside the smoke. That's the only method described here."If she knows that, she must have gone through the entire damn book. How? How can a person read so fast? She has to be using magic for it. If so, she better share.Antoine's fingers gently, reach for my lower back, giving me a pinch. I reach over to his face, flicking his nose harshly enough to make him wince. His response is to shove his fingers under my ribs, forcing me to squirrn back as I try to get away. This only results in my elbow hitting Maya in the back."Ow. Watch it, man. That hurt.""Sorry""Are you children quite done?" Crossing her arms, Diana starts to fume "Honestly. How ca

ANASTASIAThe maid is beginning to irk me. The fool is incapable of dusting anything off without dropping it. The earrings we gave her are the only reason I haven't fired her aiready. If she can't offer good services, at least she can offer her energy. Shouldn't be long before her Soul Seed shows itself.I wish there were a quicker method. The Heralds are hunting for us relentlessly, always sending one of them to search. the globe. The Master is keeping us hidden from them, but that simply means wasting his power on things other than his revival, slowing things down even further.I enter Doctor Crowley's lab, the scanner set to recognize my eyes. Once inside, I walk over to the large glass wall, through which the Doctor is currently looking. "You called, sir?""It's about to happen""What is, sir?"A man is inside the other room, in the nude, strapped to the operating table. He keeps twitching around, his eyes flickering with a strange, red light. Every few seconds, a rune appears on