A Certain Magical Index Wiki Novels & Stories

Her eyes followed the red liquid as it flowed through the coiled plastic tubing and entered the glass collection beaker that was sitting on her laboratory table top. She needed 5 more milliliters of the stuff and then she could analyze its magical content and complete her thesis. Alison was a 24 year old master's student at the University of Sunderland and was apart of the first wave of bio-magical researchers that the kingdom of Sunderland had ever had. Wishing to stick to the traditional view that magic was a deep seated ability inseparable from the soul, most of the population refused to believe that there was a biological basis for their special abilities or that magic could be analyzed,

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

I asked to distract myself from his body against mine. He made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “Do you think it so easy to use magic? You need the right components. I have a dagger, why would I carry components for such a spell?” “For the event that you drop your dagger through the weave of a net?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice bland. In tale, it was always unwise to provoke magic users. “Hmmm.”

I asked Lucella. “Magic?” She got up with the help of the wall. “No.” “I think something is wrong with Zeve’s magical powers,” I said. “So… finally you accept she has magical powers…” Lucella stood beside me, peering at Zeve. “I never denied it.” “What should we do now?” She asked. “Find someone who knows magic,” I said. “Who?” “The first person who comes to my mind is Mayavi, but there is no way we can trust her with Zeve. Maybe we might find some clues in Phantoria. But do we have enough time?” I looked at Lucella.

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.

Paige added with a smirk, "Luckily for me, the girls who were with me only paid attention to your appearance and not to what was in your bark. Two of them have already entered the Academy of Catara as mages, but they don't have much potential, they'll be green with envy when they realize what they have missed." Cassy then asked her as she didn't remember that the medicinal herbs her mom bought could make seeds, "Paige, you said these magic herbs can make seeds, I didn't know that, how many seeds can they provide?"

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

“It’s called a thought construct, imagination given form by your shard energy. Pretty cool right?” “Yeah, I thought I’d have to chant and create pretty little sigils though” He scoffs “I’m pretty sure you don’t want to spend a year or two learning every entire sigil in the history of magic.” I grab the glowing sword and swing it around. “ How do you do it then?” I lunge at X with my sword held above my head. “Oh, it’s just this thing at the back of my neck... It’s called the Index, it contains knowledge of all elven spells, and how to use them.” He says as he sidesteps me, kicking me into the ground.

“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.”

Even the shadows shifted, moving to frame them, as if the entire forest were giving its blessing. Aria, unable to contain herself, shouted, “It’s working! The magic is responding!” Arianna, notebook in hand, scribbled furiously. “Observation: Emotional resonance directly affecting ambient magical energy. Patterns amplified exponentially.” Arian, adjusting his compass with serious intensity, muttered, “Chaos index rising. Uncontrolled variables—” Cassian, sprawled dramatically against a log, whispered under his breath, “…I can’t. Emotionally overwhelmed. Also possibly crying. Beautiful. Terrifying. Happy. I am a mess.”