Madoka Magica Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Pandora just smiled at this, it turned out that Maki had her own intentions, she understood the reason why Maki returned to Mohini. "I'm so tired of this life, if there is an afterlife, I hope I can become a wind, I can freely go wherever I want." Maki took off her glasses, her petite face like flower petals, her short hair messy. Maki was once a merciless vampire, she never mourned for anyone, but Maki was possessed by a human who taught her how to love everything. “If there is an afterlife, I will be a normal human.” Pandora said softly, she and Maki are the same type of person, Pandora seems to understand what Maki wants.

I would make them tattoo Zeve’s name on me in all the freaking languages in this world. “‘Unusual’ is the right word for our friendship. It’s always been unusual, I suppose,” I said. “By the way, did you know?” I asked Hikari in a serious tone and shook his head. “How do you know what I was asking about?” “Her highness’ history and her parents, right? No, I had no idea,” he said. “You have forbidden magic, too? Can you read minds?” I asked. “God, Mor. I can read you even without the forbidden magic.” He gently slammed his hand over my biceps. Ok, that hurt. My whole body was hurting and healing at the same time.

he said, “that I would lose my heart to a witch. I can taste the magic in your blood. It flows through your soul like wine. But for some reason, you are stronger than a witch. More potent. I think Baba Yaga has kept what you are from us. But I do not really want to know what you have been, or will be. All I care about is who you are now. And who you are scares me beyond belief, more than Baba Yaga’s hut, more than Alina in King Kashchei’s arms, more than Chernobog’s black rotting heart. You scare me so much I am in love.” “Mother Mokosh, It's just me.” “When I saw you in that dress of snow and pearls, I remembered Baba Yaga's warning: that you would bring me pain. I have been scare

I blurt out, and by the look on my aunt's face, I'm ready to run. Run to Canada. Klara's eye begins to twitch. "Just tell me why you were using magic in this realm. I know you don't like to because it drains your energy so why?" my aunt roars. "Madison pushed me to the brink and I lashed out and punched my locker denting it. Then I realized what I had done and used magic to fix it and Morgan saw me." Her eyes visibly soften."What did this Madison do to make you so angry?" she asks, and this time the anger in her voice is replaced with concern.

The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke. The smoke split into three threads, each one curling toward them, seeping into their skin where the blood had been drawn. Rita gasped as it hit her—a connection, sudden and sure, like a second heartbeat nestled beside her own. Freda’s eyes glowed faintly. "It’s done." Pru exhaled, flexing her fingers. "Woah." Rita pressed a hand to her chest, where the bond hummed. She could feel them—Freda’s steady determination, Pru’s sharp intuition—like threads of light woven into her own magic.

Because Freya deserved nothing less. "Before they took me away to that room …Maggie told me that a mating bond is like the greatest form of magic," Freya whispered to me now, and I heard the string of doubt in her voice that I didn't want to be hearing. "She told me that if she was able to drain all of my magic from my body, then the mating bond would transfer to her…"

But she had come to take her daughter back. And Tova—he was grinning from ear to ear. “You are insane, Trald!” Mizette snapped, drawing their attention to her. “How can you accept this witch? She has no standard! Tova is charmed by her!” “Shut up Mizette!” Magda shouted, becoming too angry this time. “Just because I am not saying anything doesn’t mean that I won’t retaliate. Don’t push me to the corner, okay?” “I am going to kill you!” Mizette retorted, as her fangs and claws lengthened. She growled and suddenly she attacked Magda.

I can't help but feel the moon is laughing at me. Before I know it, I find myself fantasising about Micah. His soft, full lips and the taste of mint. His sable eyes that bore into mine as if our souls were dancing together. His touch that sends a ripple of waves through my body. I smile at the thought that I'll spend the rest of my life with Micah. Even though I have no wolf and no magic, I'd give it all away if it meant being with him. I should probably stop daydreaming about Micah and keep practising magic. I look around and see a small pot with a half-dead plant. Reaching out, I take it and place it in front of me.

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?!

She was a member of the Crescent moon force that dealt with people who had extra energy-they were turned into lycans. She quickly walked up to her mother and the woman. "Mom, what's going on?" she asked, trying to sound calm. Her mother looked at her with worry in her eyes. "Magda, you need to let go. She said she can't get you to see Rose here." Magda felt a surge of panic. She feels like she is not a real friend. While Rose has been in for months and likely suffering,she is just at her father's house doing nothing… claiming to miss her best friend.