روايات وقصص ضمن A Certain Magical Index Fanfiction

Yet, I wanted to believe that he was performing for me, even when I knew it was impossible. “The magic isn’t beyond the mundane. It’s in the mind, thoughts and desires of the mundane.” Kian started shuffling the deck of cards deftly with swift expert hands as if all those cards had an unhealthy affinity to his fingers, his touch… I hugged Kys tighter against my breasts. I licked my lips, my eyes taking in every flex of his fingers, the veins on his arms and his muscles. Squeezing my legs tighter, I tried not to desire beyond the mundane, because I knew magic does not happen to people like me.

"You will be my Luna, and together we will rule the pack." I smiled, knowing in my heart that he was the one. The mate I had been waiting for. He was my forever. ** I was in the library again, searching through files when one particular diary caught my attention. I opened it, reading the first page. The next day – Day 1 The subject has amazing magical capabilities. No reaction to anti-magic properties has been observed. The connection between the subject’s magic and soul seems to deepen with further care.

Ransom scowled at me. I bristled under the lash of his voice. "Do you have any magic of your own?" He snorted. His weight shifted back as he crossed his arms over his chest. My spine stiffened. "It's not an absurd question. With ten percent of the population categorized as magical, you could well be in that minority. I need to know before this goes any further." His top lip curled. "None." He wanted bitchy, I could give him bitchy. I nodded. "Your illness must be very frustrating. I'll do my best to help you." I bowed slightly and stepped back to my family's side of the room.

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.”