A Certain Magical Index Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A strange expression hits his face, but I can't read it as his image is like Kiarr's where it's a pale, blue color and partially see-through. "What?" "Our magic was amplified with..." There is that look again. "Just say it." "Sex magic." I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Sure, I'd had sex before but picturing me doing so with a ghost is weird, yet exciting. Not to mention he is a century older than me. Never thought at nearly nineteen that I would add sex with a ghost to my repertoire. And no, I'm not going to say that making out with one-okay, two even at different times-counts as having sex.

" I remind myself why I came here in the first place. I didn't replace Alice because I intended to sacrifice myself and take her place. My magic has progressed quickly, even though I haven't been practicing. I close my eyes and allow magic to connect both of us, and when we connect, I see in his mind the person he intends to see. The person he wishes to see. And I become that person with minimal effort. As an extra touch, I convince him to ignore all that feels odd to him. This little encounter will slip from his mind completely and he will have no knowledge of it. It only lasts a few seconds.

I feel sad because I don't know how Aly will react after seeing the blood and dead bodies. I drew the magical circle by mixing one drop of my blood with my mana. " Your majesty, your hand is bleeding..." She rushed to me and bandaged my palm. Actually I'm not a pure or holy mana user. I've learnt many forbidden spells from folklore witchcrafts because holy magic has limited access.

"Yes, well neither can she." I hope you enjoyed this magical flashback! Also, evil forces are gathering, and they will make their move soon enough. If you enjoyed this, don't forget to rate it. Check/follow my bio for Horny Monster news, I update it every time I get ready to post! Much love to the Lit community, you folks are so awesome, tell all your friends!

The cold water swirled around my boots, but the freezing mountain temperature didn't touch me. The heat in my blood was boiling, a sharp micro-fever screaming underneath my skin as my silver magic fought back against the residual dark energy of the shattered rune stake [GoodNovel]. Lucian kept his hand locked tightly around my waist, anchoring me against his chest until the trembling in my legs finally stopped [GoodNovel]. His dark eyes searched my face, scanning for any sign of a crack in my composure.

And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. Author's Note: I am never writing this shit again in my entire life. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is, to not leave any loose ends. I know you guys have forgotten this with all the craziness that is going on: LIke for example, this is not a normal werewolf story, like bro, Lumina literally spawned back to life a year ago, y'all had to know Magic would be a heavy hitter, with the compulsion spells, the magical siphoning. This was bound to happen. Also let's refresh our memory.

I released her to save her from her own thoughts. "What happened wasn't your fault, Selene," I said earnestly. Selene looked me in the eyes fully now and the sorrow behind them was more apparent than ever. "Yes, it is, Tor," she said sadly. "Because it's me." My brow furrowed at her words. "What do you mean?" I asked. Selene squeezed her eyes shut and tears trickled down her cheeks. "I am the one born of the moon and of magic." Her voice was hardly a whisper as she confessed. "That's why the silver can affect me… because I am half shifter."

“After last night… I can’t imagine facing him without you by my side.” Her fingers instinctively found his, the bond thrumming like a heartbeat between them. “Nor I without you,” she whispered, her magic coiling faintly, silver sparks dancing along her fingertips. Each pulse reminded her of how entwined they had become, not just emotionally but magically.

The wind pulled harder. My fingers slipped. One by one. Her index finger slid from my grasp. Then her middle finger. I snarled, every muscle in my body straining against the force, my free hand clawing toward her, reaching, stretching. “No!” The word ripped from my throat. “LEAH!” Her ring finger. Her pinky. Gone. The wind swallowed me whole. I was spinning, falling, being dragged through darkness and cold and the howling rush of Rayanna's magic. The great hall vanished. The coffin vanished. The firelight, the stone walls, the frost on the windows.

My head is fuzzy with need and love. I've tried like hell not to mix our magic, but I can't stop it any more. The moment my magic reaches out for hers, we react. A moment of sheer ecstasy shoots through both of us and we groan in unison. I can feel the tingles of magic spreading through both of us, mixing and tangling together, mimicking what I'm desperate for our bodies to do. I hear gasps and grumbles behind me, pulling me from my moment again. Someone... or rather two someones doesn't seem happy with what's going on right now.