A Certain Magical Index Wiki Novels & Stories

She possessed knowledge of ancient rituals and arcane spells, and she offered to teach the pack the secrets of magic. With Seraphina's guidance, Luna delved into the art of moon magic, harnessing the power of the lunar cycles. Max explored the depths of elemental magic, connecting with the natural forces of earth, air, fire, and water. Cain delved into the mysteries of shadow magic, understanding the subtle dance between light and darkness.

Walking over to Rebecca, he helped her up. “Pardon?” asked Ruby. “You heard me. With your trash skills you still dare take the challenge.” “Pfft.” “What energy level are you?” Ruby frowned. Kevin said, “Ruby, every magician can use magic to active spells. Basically, anyone can use spells base on their energy level. Spiritual powers are individual users who uses specific creatures, items, themes, etc.” Ruby looked at him with a pretend confusion.

The layout of nested circles and crisscrossing elemental conduits glowed softly in the air between us. I recognized it at once. “The containment matrix,” Iris breathed. Evelina inclined her head. “The relic beneath Obscura isn’t just a relic.” She said. “It’s a nexus point for a much larger magical network built during the twilight of the dragon war.” Maeve leaned forward in her seat to stare up at the projection. “You’re saying this whole fucking campus is sitting on top of a magical draining engine?” She asked. Evelina inclined her head again. “Precisely.”

Kiema asked. He shrugged. "Too much mental stress all the time is the answer I've gotten in the past. I'm not sure if it's true or not though. I imagine a lot of precogs work for IS in corporate settings and help with funding and resources." "What other kinds of magic are scooped up into IS before they can be verified for public dissemination?" I asked. "Revelator, Necromancy, Psionic, Psychometry, and Defenses." "I have healing, revelator, and defenses," Kiema said. "Why wasn't I snatched up by IS?"

Even the sun couldn't reach that place. Amora gaped at the stale air around her. “This place is not very deep. It should still be able to be lit by the sun.” “Looks!” Dake pointed at the surface area. “Can you see the black membrane there?” “Hey, you're right, Dake. What's that?" "We call it lingering magic." "What does it mean?" “It means that this place used to be protected by an enormous magical power. And it remains even though this place has been destroyed. No one knows for sure how much magical power there is. But my advice is always to be careful!”

So if they couldn't, they could as well raise an army and they were going to do so using a ritual. "Bringing centuries long dead witches back to life is something very risky, Abi. Lila is really strong and the book of Mageia is really powerful too but it wouldn't be too much to begin the ritual before her, would it?" Matilda got a little mad over Abigail's silence.

Once this was confirmed, he began to deliberate on his next move. ‘Maybe I should try—‘ Before he could conclude his line of thought, a blur made its way towards him. It was the male warrior. He had closed the distance within a second while the female Mage had begun casting a Spell. ‘Chanting, eh? I guess she doesn’t have the [Magic Application] Skill. Must be rarer than I thought.’ [Magic Application] allowed Spells to retain their full power even without the use of Chants. Lucielle had it. Esme had it. Rey had it as well.

And she intended to. The match was set for two weeks later. Magic veils across the Border buzzed with the news. Every hallway, every mess hall, every training square— “Two dual-wielding mages go head-to-head.” That line stopped me in my tracks. 'Dual wielding?' I blinked. Scanned the scroll again. And then I saw it. Jade Ishola: Fire magic and strength augmenting magic. My chest tightened. It wasn’t another magic. It was me. My inner chi. My beast strength. The primal energy I’d learned to control—not cast.

“I’m fine, and you still expect me to drink this?” “It’s for your own good,” she glared at me. “You should listen to her,” Lloyd chipped in. “I’m fine, Lloyd,” I turned to him. Merissa’s voice came through my head. “That’s the key to unlocking your magic. Last night, the witch’s powerful spell locked your magical core.” I blinked and turned to her, then quickly averted my gaze from her, fixing it on the cauldron so as not to get Lloyd’s suspicion. Lloyd followed my gaze, and I turned back to him.

"Emrys speaks highly of your abilities. Says you're the best chance we have at neutralizing this magical attack." "He's not wrong." She pulled the photographs I'd sent from her bag. "I've been studying these since you contacted me. The magic is old—pre-pack old. Designed to corrupt natural bonds and turn wolves against their own nature. Blood-fed, which means whoever's casting has been making regular sacrifices to keep them powered." She spread the images across the table in a pattern that matched the territory map.