Harry Potter Nature Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My magic is supposed to be healing and cleansing (Trey has offence and defense to his magic because the guard has taught him how to manipulate his magic that way) and now I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through my mission. I guess I'll have to ask Chloe for help. Her magic is also nature based like mine... which was why the twins would've been a good match for me. But I'm just not feeling it. Everything inside me feels so wrong right now. I'm tired and cranky... nothing like I normally am. I take a quick shower and dress in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I'm going into the forest after all. I am not going to be impressing anyone with my outfits.

Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do. Tristan rises, slipping the silver lighter from his pocket. Instead of handing it over, he strides toward me. Stopping beside the desk, his eyes narrow as he flips to the front page of the book in my hand. Across the cover, golden letters gleam with the words: The Nature of Fire. He returns to the couch and asks, “Didn’t Lilith say your fire magic was dormant?” “That’s what I thought too,” I murmur. My fingers tighten against the cover, and I try not to think of the many possibilities to explore. Kade abandons his spot and draws close

Liam asks after sitting next to me and looking into the bag. He drapes his arm over my shoulder casually, pulling me closer to him. I can feel the warmth radiating off him. I can hear my magic whispering sweet nothings to me, begging me to accept it into my heart once again. "It talks to me," I whisper. My heart is thudding against my ribs violently. The flowers are perfectly preserved as if they hadn't aged a single minute since my magic had consumed them. Nia is crouched in my mind with her tail wagging at high speeds.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

I soon realized this was proving to be more difficult than necessary, because with every step I took further from the settlement, the more I felt the nagging pull at my chest. What in the hell was causing this nearly unbearable ache within me? I let out a loud sigh and stopped, leaning back to slump against a tree. My eyes raised to the sky. It was then that I heard it, the sound of someone approaching and approaching fast! I pressed myself tightly against the tree and muttered a shrouding spell. The magic came up around me as I waited silently for the thing to pass.

It must be exciting being one of the children of the prophecy, she thought to herself. “This is as far as my powers go. This whole forest has been consumed by dark magic. It might look normal but it isn't” the dark magic in the air gave Diana goosebumps. Joan nodded to Liam indicating that he could trust Nara and she was only trying to help them.

But fought it back immediately. This was no time for crying. We broke up the hug and my mind again trailed back to Natgy. “So how did Natgy go from being beautiful to being Old and creepy?” My mum smiled at my interest in the story. “After your Dad accepted me, Natgy wandered away in her distress and began practicing forbidden dark magic which made her turn into the powerful creepy straw-skinned figure she is today. Natgy stayed away for four years and when she returned, your father’s father and the then ruler of the Reigns, Lord Alpha Daine, was ailing and about to die. But before he passed, he made Natgy the Royal sorceress as an apology for what fate did to her— since he fancied her more

I groaned in pain, gasping, realizing the cost of forbidden magic—my life force was being drained! “I won't die here!” I roared, shaking my head and calling to my inner wolf. “We won't die!” Roaring in my mind, I felt her fiercer. Our strength seemed to have increased, along with the magic—both walking hand in hand. I felt tremors throughout my body until my fangs became more prominent. “Look who's irritated the little wolf...” Harry mocked. “Hurry up with this; the hurricane is close!” Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm.

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

"This kingdom will be mine, and Tyler's slumber will ensure my path remains unhindered." The native doctor nodded, recognizing the unwavering determination in Nabita's eyes. With a graceful motion, he retrieved ancient scrolls and began to chant incantations that resonated with the energy of the forest. The air crackled with a potent mixture of magic and darkness as the charm took form. As the native doctor presented the charm to Nabita, he issued a solemn warning. "Use this power wisely, for the consequences may be more severe than you can fathom. The forces of nature will not take kindly to those who abuse their gifts."