A Certain Magical Index Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

A magical social feed opened like a twisted version of F******k. RonanDuskbane posted: “New moon training group meets at midnight. If you’re too slow, don’t bother showing up.” KaelithD posted a poll: “Who’s hotter: me, or me on fire?” Faculty Reminder: “Do not summon demons in the cafeteria again.” I sat back and let out a long, slow breath. Magic. Memory loss. Monsters. And a talking wolf in my head. This was going to be wild.

‘ ‘You have a point there,’ said Rodolf, ‘wait a minute, I’ve red something about that. His fingers raced across the keyboard for answers in ‘The Akasha of Magic,’ the witches' and magicians' answer book on his laptop. ‘Yes, found it. Of course! By carrying the energy of the moon goddess, you have magically matured,’ he explained with a surprised grin. ‘That means that the rule of, no sex before you are twenty-one, does not apply to you, Maddie. And that the anti-love elixir probably affected your magic too much, so indeed slowed it down. ‘

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

I wouldn't put him or anyone else in jeopardy. Plus, my idea might not even work. I had no clue how to get into or leave Sharra. In the past, it just sort of happened. But I needed to try. It hadn't escaped my notice that there were seven points to the star, and there were seven magics. That meant something. It had to. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the realm of Sharra. The gardens around the castle. The castle itself. The different rooms I was in, including the bedroom where I kissed Christopher. The bathroom where I spoke with Zenny in the mirror. His flamboyant clothes. I focused on the smells of Sharra - magic, and rosemary, and the blood I craved.

Always. The hours trudged by, and I found myself amused by her incessant bickering to the air about her stalker. She was even more enticing when she was angry with me. She even threatened the air that she cast a spell on me with her fae magic, causing my penis to fall one. I chuckled to myself, and I noticed that her ranting also entertained Arlo to no end. He wanted to provoke her further, but I kept him in check. She could cast that crazy spell if she liked. I have never had se.x, nor would I with anyone not my mate. I suppose I wouldn’t have had it because the odds of me making a move on a female were incredibly slim. If her magic could hide my scars and body, then I would stand before he

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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.

Mags demands lighting up a new cigarette. When the fuck did she grab the lighter and cigarettes? Oh, right, I’m surrounded by magical people. See, this is when I don’t like magic. It’s not fair that they can just magic shit to them. Some of us have to do that shit physically, and it sucks. So yes, I’m jealous as fuck. That’s something I never thought I’d be. Not the jealous part. Let's face it. I’m a lycan bitch. I will fuck a bitch up if they touch Zane. I never thought I’d be jealous of someone who could do magic. That’s new, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Right now, it doesn't matter, so I dismiss the thoughts and focus on Mags and Zane, who are back to bickering. I growl, gaining

mave reached over to palm my cock however it did nothing it never did I always just flip her to help her instead not now though my magic is warning me not to do this . No Mave but Enzo will help you ok . Are you sure Rowan? I know you never get hard. Do you think you may be into men? No little brat I'm not into men but I have a feeling there's something out there that's not here you understand .shaking her head yes I know she does. You think your mate is close, dont you ? I don't know yet but my magic is warning me not to do anymore for now I'm going to follow my magic and see where it take you ,sighing she leans back and wraps her arms around my arm and leans on my shoulder .