A Certain Magical Index Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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.

Carson asked. The sisters looked to one another before looking to Carson and myself. “It means he has left one last parting gift for you. A mate with a magical bond,” the first sister said. “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means he is not a fated mate, but rather a mystical one. One manipulated by magic,” the second sister shared

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.

“This is becoming a finishing school for incredibly dangerous magical girls.” I burst into a grin, absolutely loving that idea.

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.

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.

I need to tie her magic to me, so no one will ever take her from me again. I slide my hand up her thigh and send my magic into her body. Her skin breaks into goosebumps beneath my hand as I dig my fingers into her flesh. Just touching her skin has me panting for more. I kiss along her neck, licking and sucking along her soft skin. My head is fuzzy with need and love.

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."