Harry Potter Mind Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I didn't think she was innocent, but I couldn’t imagine hurting someone who didn’t deserve it. “All right,” Raven said, though I didn’t think she meant it. She seemed really disappointed that I wasn’t about to blast this girl with my magic. I did wonder, though, was my magic capable of getting into her head? I’d never tried to do mind reading before, but I thought it might be helpful in this situation. The only problem was that the room was so loud and chaotic, I didn’t think I’d be able to concentrate. Who knows whose mind I might accidentally end up in?

Slamming them closed with her magic, she performed a quick spell, and flames of gold ignited in front of them, a barrier, hot, but un-burning, though she didn’t know if it would even work. Startled, the guards hollered and jumped back. "Whatever happens, do not let the Prince pass these flames! He is not himself!" She commanded them before rushing away down the hall. It took great concentration and power to reach out mentally to a fellow sorcerer, but she didn’t know where Errant was, and time was of the essence. Using the last of her energy, she attempted to do so, hoping the message was strong enough to reach him. Two words were all she could muster, however, before her body gave out, and

I wish I could say the same for myself. Mirja, my mate, was still in a coma. Harry, James’ warlock friend, finally figured out what was wrong with her. She was trapped inside her mind. So, everything she saw felt natural to her. The only way to break it was to go inside to convince her it wasn’t real. I volunteered myself, but Harry refused. He felt he would be more experienced if something happened. So here I was, pacing back and forth at her door. Harry insisted I stay out of the way so he could concentrate. I said-well Alexi told him he was out of his witchy mind if he thought he was leaving his mate alone with another man.

I let out a choked scream as a wave of dark purple magic rushed through my mind. Images of my life began to flash violently behind my eyes and then dissolve into smoke. I saw the abusive pack house where I grew up. Gone. I saw Leo crying in the snow. Fading. I saw King Kaelen’s icy blue eyes looking down at me with fierce devotion. Shattering into pieces. NO! I screamed inside my own head, fighting against the dark fog erasing my thoughts. I won't forget them! I won't! I focused every remaining drop of strength on the golden mating mark hidden under the collar. The mark burned white-hot against the metal, desperately fighting the purple spell.

Someone's dick was banging against her g-spot which, combined with her sense of fullness in her pussy and having thumbs in her ass, was going to cause her to erupt. "I'm . . . gonna . . . oh, please, make me cum!" she whispered. "I'll do one better," Arthur said, placing one hand between their bodies and concentrating his magical energies towards her crotch. Mindy's brain began to glow . . . that was the only way she could possibly describe it. Arthur had done this before . . . using his magic to amplify the power of the pleasurable nerve-endings in her pussy and brain during the climax. Stacked on top of what was already going to be the motherload of all orgasms . . .

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.

As I reached the second spell, rain began to lash against the windows, conjured by my magic into a stormy tempest outside. Chanting the final spell, I felt my aura blaze brightly, casting a glow around me as I wove the magic that would erase Alpha's memories. The intensity of my focus was palpable, each word spoken with unwavering determination. I visualized the specific memories, carefully unraveling them from Alpha's mind, layer by layer, until they were no more.

Lucy is developing the ability to feel love—what if that means he can fall for someone else? "I wonder if a love potion would work on a demon..." One asks in a dreaming tone while biting her nails. "It's worth a try, right?" "Girl, now that the dumbass rejected him, maybe I could help stitch his heart together again?" Another one sighs dramatically. "With those eyes and that smirk, I would let him go all the way—imagine that face between your legs, god, I'm hot already." My jaw drops to the floor. The second girl is fanning herself with her spellbook, sweating even though it's not even warm. Mrs. Phyllis left the classroom to fetch something. And now the three girls are dreaming about my mat

There was a male groan and female exclamation. He looked at me, his eyes wide, and then grinned. “Someone’s fornicating against the door to the chamber, Siorin,” he was delighted by it, pure Fae mischief in his eyes. “I have a suspicion we might have been overheard.” He relaxed, collapsing against me again. My magic, I realised, caused ogres to nap to lullabies, wind to rise to nursery rhymes, mages to lose control to my moans, and tavern patrons to fornicate when I... “Oh,” I flushed, embarrassed.