A Certain Magical Index Wiki Novels & Stories

Kira's notes said that using less than half a gram of medium-strong, powdered cor inane could permanently deprive someone of magical abilities. "Well… thankfully it doesn't apply to me," I smirked, thinking about it. Aunt Kira also wrote about other strange amulets that witches invented to protect themselves from stronger ones, and protect their territories. The last few pages were about some amulet that Aunt marked with a red circle. I figured that this is something she especially wanted me to read…

“..Now that we were speaking about Constructions…Andrea..I think we can start recruiting our very own Constructions mages…” “I agreed…Also, Sire…my Department has found out..that we can utilize even low-rank Mages to be our Magic Specialized Constructions worker…Compared to the Monti Construction company that hired only Tier 2 and Higher to be their staff…we have found out, that as long as a Mage can utilize a single element and even if they were a tier 1 mage…We can utilize them just as the same as the Monti Construction company does…”. (Minister of Resource Andrea)

So far the date seemed to go well, he had managed to see more of this world, who was weirdly more developed than it thought thanks to what was known as magitek. Magitek was a form of using magic by imbuing the effects of a spell in a device. It wasn't anyone could do without years upon years of research. In this kingdom, the only one specializing in magitek were witches, making the Walpurgisnacht one of the richest organizations in the whole world, their only concurrent being the dwarves and the angels. Monopoly was truly a scary thing. "Well, let's continue our date." They decided to leave the central zone and walk toward the South zone.

Where was the error in her behavior? She was seething with annoyance as she pulled her favorite grimoire down from the shelf and flipped through the pages. Her anger grew as each spell she cast did not offer the knowledge she required. She noticed a page at the back of the book that was all about vampires and the lore around them. There was a remark put in the margin in a spidery hand that stated there were no known spells that could be used to track down vampires because they were, for all intents and purposes, dead, and one could only do ritual magic on the living. This notation explained that this was because one could only perform ritual magic on the living.

Isaac asked. Sienna ignored him. “This is Edward’s kind of magic,” I said. “Subtle. Slow. Psychological.” “So we treat it like an infection?” Isabella asked. “Exactly,” I said. “Trace it. Contain it. Starve it.” Sienna stepped forward. “I’ll reinforce the town’s natural wards. But we need help. More hands.” “I can write a circle,” Isabella offered. “One that stabilizes memory. I’ve been practicing with Sienna anyway.”

Basic Classes: Magical Philosophy — How to think like a powerful being. Forbidden History — Secrets no one else knows. Ritual Architecture — How to build magic spaces. Ethics & Corruption — What happens when you go too far. Bloodfire Combat & Binding — Duels, Contracts, loyalty, and power. The Art of Influence — Magic through words, emotions, or seduction. Each title stirred nostalgia in me. I felt like I knew them by heart. Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s:

I leaned closer to the screen and watched the isolated frequency pulse in a jagged, erratic rhythm that made my eyes ache just looking at it. Every single magical faction on earth had a distinct, predictable wavelength that the terminal could easily categorize within a matter of seconds. Vampire magic burned cold and sharp, werewolf energy spiked with raw heat, and warlock signatures flowed in smooth, continuous loops of blue light. I fully expected the machine to classify her as a mutated human with a dormant spark, or maybe a rare elemental who hadn't learned how to channel her power yet. The blue progress bar crawled slowly across the screen, and the system cross-referenced her jagged fre

The sigil of Magikal energy. The man whose steps were seen to have left traces of darkness which only vanished when Hilda glared at them called upon the name ; "Morgana." The goddess of magic turned over at the call of this being and walked towards him. The sigil of Magikal energy suddenly spread like dust thrown in the air just as Morgana desired. "Valac." Morgana called in a low tone as she walked towards him. "The girl…" "Why are you unable to strip her of her magic as a goddess which you are?"

He had a vague power of witchcraft on him, indicating that the person was a warlock. Maggie took a glance at the warlock with a victorious expression and said, “No, you people have made a mistake. My confidence comes from this!” She took out a note out of her bag and put it on top of the coffee table in front of everyone. It was an IOU. It was written on it that Henry Assex had borrowed money from Maggie… After the few people looked closely at it, they were shocked beyond words. They could only see a very long string of zeros, with the number “1” at the front.

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’