A Certain Magical Index Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Raff: Aiden and I have just finished eating breakfast, and he is caressing me lovingly while talking about how he wants to make me cum next when our arms start to tingly and the vines glow silver. A cold air seems to swirl around the room and my nipples pebble from the cold then a frosty feeling moves gradually up my arm. I know this is Winter Fae Magic and Willow doesn’t know how to control it, or even what she is doing. Aiden is in a panic. His eyes turn yellow then gold and glow.

“Maybe because my parents aren’t magical?” “How would that make you a half-breed, though? Half-breed is usually reserved for someone who has two different magical parents, like a witch and a shifter. Your parents are neither.” “Yeah, I have no idea.” I pop the lid off my coffee and move my finger in a slow circle over it, magically stirring the hot liquid. “And who knows? Maybe it was something tapping into a subconscious fear. I was kind of intoxicated.” “Kind of?” She rolls her eyes and moves to the register to ring up a customer. The store gets pretty busy as the evening goes on, and I stay, helping manage the lines and just talking with Kristy and Betty.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

The talisman’s burn in Killian’s chest had dulled to a steady, searing throb — like someone had nailed a star into his ribs. Every beat of his heart sent waves of heat crawling down his arms, bleeding into his fingers until they tingled. The shadows inside him pressed against the invisible walls the magic had thrown up, like wolves clawing to get out. The stairwell was choked with smoke from the dying Bloodforged. Somewhere up the steps, the clash of steel and shouts of the guild fighters drifted closer — but not close enough.

' Maira grumbled as her mind recalled a character from a popular reverse harem light-novel she was in the middle of reading before she got transported into this world. The name of the light novel was called A Fairytale Romance, set in a fantasy magical world, where those who have magic and nobility were sent to a well-renowned and prestigious school that taught students how to hone their magic and become outstanding individuals. The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy.

“Is it important?” Alina glares down at her little sister, who jumps closer to where I’m sitting with a frightened expression. As far as I’m aware, Alina doesn’t physically hurt her sister, but she loves bossing Jessie around. Alina is the beloved daughter, capable of using wind magic. She is their parent’s favorite, and poor Jessie has barely talked to her parents.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

Therefore, I was looking forward to the evening to be alone with Will again. A few minutes later, a waiter was seen bringing food on a tray and then handed it to me. Then the waiter returned to his place immediately after placing a few plates of food on the table right next to my bed. Then Mom and Dad sat on the chairs on the right side of my bed. "He's gone berserk and beat Peter so badly he looks fine himself. What kind of kid is he?" My mother suddenly thought about what happened last night. "Because he uses high-level magic, that's why he can withstand physical attacks let alone spells from his friends who are much lower in level than the yellow-haired youth." Suddenly Kimi came from beh

My red wrapped possessively around him. “Penis move of me to scare you like that. I’m friends with an angel mage. I mean, he’s a royal prick, but he’s also freaking amazing, so I don’t care whether you have magic or not. I think the whole way that sorcereses treat their guys is weird. I only meant that you couldn’t have survived here, you know…”

“How many?” Gregor asked, his hand already on his sword. The bloody man leaned against the doorframe, gasping for air. “All of them. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. They just started moving all at once, like something called them.” Kaden looked at Mother Elara. The old woman’s face had gone pale, her wrinkled hands gripping the edge of the table. “The pot,” she said quietly. “When I trapped the magic, it sent out a pulse. The Indexed must have felt it.”