A Certain Magical Index Wiki Novels & Stories

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.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

"I'm sorry. I wish I had better news." Mara swore viciously. "So Morgath wins anyway. Even after we beat her." "She hasn't won yet." Kade's voice was hard. Determined. "There's always a solution. We just have to find it." "How?" I asked. "Where do we even start?" "Research. Old texts. Someone out there knows about this kind of curse." He looked at Elder Orin. "You said this is old magic. Where would it have come from?" The old man thought for a moment. "The Covenant Archives. In the Eastern Territories. They keep records of ancient magic, forbidden spells, dark rituals. If there's any information about bond curses, it would be there."

Precise. He catalogued everything. I set it aside and pull another: Warding and Containment Magic: Vol. II. Inside, diagrams of sigils, instructions for layering defenses, notations on what energies can and cannot be sealed. I recognize one ward Khael showed me. Others are unfamiliar—older, harsher, drawn with urgency. There are books about energy alignment. One on Hollow geography post-curse. Another on lunar magic and its ties to fertility. But none of them are what I need.