A Certain Magical Index Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn't even use my magic without wearing the necklace that had been sent by Lucifer, let alone being able to keep three demons on human soil without letting their powers persuade or disturb humans. Only Faye knew about my advances towards magic. Since we always slept together, in an attempt to prevent any creature from appearing in the middle of the night to kidnap me, it was she who accompanied me in the failed attempts to involve her body with my own magic, producing a magenta layer on her skin and her powers. We tried for a whole night, and I gave up when I was completely exhausted from so many attempts, but I finally

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

Adriana asks. “Exactly like that,” Axel’s frown deepens, and then he gives me a glum look. “What?” I ask him, my nerves now on edge as he watches me closely. “Sounds to me like magical interference.” “Magical…?” I ask, tilting my head. And then it hits me. The only person I know that has magic is… “Uma,” I whisper, along with Adriana at the same time. “I don’t think she would do that,” I admit, and Axel shrugs.

I asked flatly. Lucien smiled, slow and sharp. “Of course there’s a catch. Anchoring that kind of magic drains the mage tied to it. It doesn’t kill, but it… leaves a mark.” I didn’t ask what kind. I could imagine it. We both sat in silence after that for a while, sipping tea and watching the light shift. The garden below was quiet now, except for the faint rustle of wind through the leaves. Anita and Norma were nowhere in sight—probably snooping somewhere, as usual.

My legs hit a stool and I collapsed onto it, mumbling into my elbow, “I am not qualified for this storyline.” I mean— Let’s review, shall we? Rejected by my mate? ✅ Cursed by the Moon Goddess? ✅ Abandoned, disowned, and dumped in the haunted woods with a feral glam chicken and a sass-rabbit named Mr. Yellow? ✅✅ Currently having conversations with a mildly aggressive potato named Gregory? ✅ Practicing illegal forest magic in an exiled traitor witch’s spellroom? ✅ And now being called a “mate” by the Alpha King of all bloody Scotland, aka Tall, Dark, and Has-Wings?

I demanded as her eyes became clouded with rage. "I don't have him, and he'll never be mine as long as you're alive!" Rory yelled, slamming me through the wall with every ounce of her magic. I collapsed to the ground, taking my breath away. I exclaimed as I noticed my own bone protruding from my left arm. My arm was broken after being knocked through a wall without my Lycan half. I would have died if I had only been human. A jolt of Magi magic filled my womb. The thing about magi magic is that it is unpredictable, and as I hit Rory with it, the power became unstable. As I tried to stand, my vision blurred. I wobbled, bracing myself against the wall, trying to keep it together for my child's

Alpha Damian was stuttering. “Ah, yes. Well, forbidden magic, however, does fall under our jurisdiction. Winter Cyprus herself is walking proof that forbidden magic was used. Sadly, the stink of it is unmistakable.” Councilor Rashida gave me a sad look. “The same smell coming off you, your Luna, Beta, and Gamma as well.”

I certainly wouldn’t, especially not with neighbours like this. “Well sorry for coming to check on you after this brute almost knocked your door down. I could hear it from downstairs. Magics really all act like rules don't apply to them, don't they?” he directs the last statement towards me. I was NOT knocking that hard. What a drama queen. This is who she chooses to live near? Wordlessly, Ryann pushes the sleeve of her pyjamas up to reveal the edge of the mark that proves she is indeed a Magic. The asshole human's expression darkens.

The light magic disappeared, replaced by dark energy. "Mom," Xavier called urgently. I glanced at Sia, who had collapsed, with dark magic swirling around me and filling the air. This magic felt familiar, as if it were my own and not created by Alpha Francis through the black thread. I was worried about Sia, but dark magic prevented me from getting closer to her or Xavier, as both were light magic holders.

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: LUNA I couldn't focus in class. Again. Professor Cael was teaching something about magical resonance and energy transference. Something that would probably be important later. _*]:min-w-0"> All I heard was white noise. _*]:min-w-0"> My mind kept replaying Miguel's voice through the charm. The fear. The pain. The desperate warning that something was coming for him. _*]:min-w-0">