Harry Potter Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was like being centre stage—a feeling she'd never appreciated much. "Erm, my victim is Catriona Sykes." Jess bent to throw a brush into the centre. It still had puffs of Cat's blonde hair attached, which could only be a positive if what she understood about magic was accurate. "Brush complete with hair." Damien smiled his approval. "Nicely done." He stood, did a theatrical spin, and threw a sock into the mix. "My victim is Annabelle Ross." Kiaan frowned, looking down at the dirty off-pink sock. "Where did you get one of her socks?"

He released my bottom lip from between my teeth and took my hand in his, gazing into my eyes for what felt like a long time. What was he thinking? I couldn't read his thoughts anymore, even when he was holding my hand. What did the mage do? What was she even doing in this room? I wondered if she could smell something fishy about me. She had left the room already while I was lost in my mate's eyes. "Why is your heart beating so fast? Ari is fine. You are fine too. The mage said you were completely all right except that you were having some bad dreams." "I don't remember having any dreams at all."

I tried to teleport but to no avail. "Don't waste your energy and try to escape with your magic. Don't you know that the dorms of high-ranking students like me and the other royalties has magic nullification spell so we can't use any sort of magic inside of our dorms? Though you don't have one in your dorm yet because you're a transferee that's why you don't have any idea about it. The higher your ranking is the stronger the spell is. It's to prevent us from creating havoc inside the dormitory building." He explained with a smug face. I was suddenly terrified when I realized what he wanted to do to me. "Ash, don't tell me you're going to do what I'm thinking right now," I said with disbelief

Alexis cringed at the sound as she stepped in and spotted the bars, where beyond it sat a body, lying on the ground staring soundlessly at the ceiling. “Ah. The worthless Mage”, he said with a laugh that made Alexis frown. “That’s right, it’s me and I have something to ask you”, she stared straight at him with a glare. “What makes you think I’d answer to the person who took the role I trained years for?” He spat out. “The fucking fairy slave shit that can’t even do anything except that shadow mana which might I add is illegal to do without a certificate”. ‘He’s pissed’, she grimaced, ‘but… why wouldn’t he be’.

Its color was strange though, it was multicolored, it was really beautiful and she wanted to ask Paige if her mother had a mark like that as well but when she looked at her, Paige was wide-eyed and she was looking at her mark as if she couldn't believe her eyes so she curiously asked her, "Is there something wrong?" Paige then closed her mouth when she realized it was wide open, and she then said to her torn between the embarrassment of her behavior and the amazement at what she had just discovered, "If I tell you that you are the one and only legendary mage in all Astoria, would you believe me?" A legendary mage thought Cassy... Why does that sound so familiar... And then she paled as she r

“I like this position so what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to drink my blood? To nourish yourself? Your glamour will start to fade soon, you know.” “Fine, fine,” I huff, finally giving in. I lower my head to his neck and open my mouth to reveal my teeth that are growing by the second. I bury my fangs in him and start sucking gently. That’s our arrangement. I suck gently and he will allow me to drink his blood. And as a human mage, his blood will make me stronger, with vitality flowing through my body. It also means that my magic will get stronger. “Oh, Serra...”

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

Jessie woke up Monday morning and for some reason, she felt off and her magic wasn't afraid to show it. It started with how she almost tripped because of a pillow that appeared out of nowhere on her way to the bathroom, then her magic setting the water too high and almost burning her skin off, then nicking herself with a knife with her magic bending the knife in her anger and finally, checking her bag before realizing her homework was on her reading table in homeroom. Banging her head on the desk, she attracted the stares of everyone and worried looks from her friends.

Blond bastard! “Well, I mean…” I began desperately searching for a way to retreat. “We’ll see how much you’ll ‘love’ me when I put your legs fully under my control. You’ll have to ask permission even to go to the bathroom,” the mage muttered, watching me intently and in a strangely unreadable way. “Oh come on, don’t start!” I protested, flustered. “There was this explosion and we were worried. You guys did save us, after all, and we… sort of… care about you.”

As revolting as it was to think of having to be Jack at all, he’d made it seem like it was going to be impossible for Slate to fool Maura into thinking he was Jack, and Slate resented the idea that anyone thought him incapable of fooling the girl. It wasn’t like she was some mentally astute rocket scientist. She was a high school cheerleader, a dingy one at that, and he was pretty sure he could find a way to get the book back, if it was still in her house. He just needed to fool her into letting him in. “Hi,” one of the mages, a tall brunette with glassy blue eyes said. “What’s up?” “Yeah, you look like you have something on your mind, chief,” a dangerous-looking redhead said as she folded h