Magi Anime Opening Novels & Stories

“Time has been strange since Wildbourne.” Aurora turned as Magi entered fully. “You brought it.” Magi nodded and moved to the table, unwrapping the cloth. The stone lay exposed, glowing softly, its surface alive with slow, shifting light. Amara exhaled quietly. “Still choosing.” “Yes,” Magi agreed. “Still waiting.” Aurora studied it closely. “What happens when it chooses?” Magi folded the cloth neatly beside the stone and poured herself a tea. “A golden era,” she said simply. “One that should have come long ago. The Northern Wolves will be united, not fractured by lies or fear.”

No comfort. The silence was broken by a knock. Rina froze. Her heart thudded painfully. Slowly, the door creaked open. And then, she saw her. Maggie. She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. Her long red hair bounced behind her as she walked in, head high like a queen. Rina stood quickly, still cradling Mira. “Maggie,” she said softly. Maggie tilted her head, a sharp smile forming on her face. “Good evening, slave girl.”

The bolt had touched her fur and that area was singed but other than that Maggie was unarmed. “Impressive,” Phoenix breathed in awe. “I have created a masterpiece. Perfection!” “Reverse your curse!” Maggie called out to her. She used the air as a spring again and launched herself into the air beneath Phoenix’s feet. She planned to drag the goddess down and hold her captive with her paws but just as she aimed for the feet, Phoenix brought her left leg up and with a heavy sweep of it, she brought it crashing down on Maggie’s head. Pain like hot white fire cracked through Maggie’s skull and her wolf whimpered as she was thrown backwards. She barely had time to regain herself when Phoenix brough

Miguma questioned “ Why have you brought me here? You have no right to pull me from my realm.” The witch said nothing, she simply pointed to the child. “She will speak the curse.” And she did The child raised her hand. A black sigil flared to life beneath her feet. She smiled, a smile that should never belong to someone so young. And then she whispered the spell. Miguma screamed as her form twisted, rippled apart. Sucked into an orb of magic. Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished.

It was said they knew everything there was to know about all Immortals but even they would not have been able to predict the coming of the new Magi. The spinning stopped abruptly, and Tegan floated slowly down to the earth, intensely grateful when her feet touched the dark soil beneath them. She stood still, bent over, panting hard, and every few seconds, tiny bolts of pure energy flashed from her a myriad of bright colours, reflecting what she had become. Cupid moaned against his restraints. He was being held so tightly that he thought he would snap in half, but it seemed the magic had other ideas. He was there to witness the return of the Magi. Groaning through the pain, Cupid opened his e

Next, the pointer on the magic compass began to rotate frantically. At this precise moment, Magus appeared solemn. He put two of his fingers together, pointed his finger to the sky, and drew a few circles. He chanted, “Forefather of Shamanism, please open my third eye!” He swiped his fingers over his eyes, and then his pupils glowed with red light. Through his third eye, he peered out the window. He noticed there seemed to be a lot of figures in the woods, and they were swaying their bodies.

Tonight, I was going to our house. Later that evening, I waited in the shadows near the door, hidden just enough to go unnoticed but close enough to hear Mago’s footsteps approach. As he fumbled with his keys, I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me. The lock clicked, and in one fluid motion, Mago pushed the door open, stepping inside without glancing back. In that brief moment, before the door closed fully behind him, I slipped in silently, following his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something unfamiliar, almost bitter—that filled the air.

Afraid that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be the same again. But then he looked at Aria. She stood before him, steady, unshaken. There was a quiet strength in her now, something deeper than before. Her presence alone was grounding. “Alright,” Aria said, drawing a slow breath. “First, I need you to close your eyes.” Magnus frowned but obeyed. “Feel the magic inside you,” she continued. “Don’t fight it. Just listen.” He tried. At first, all he could sense was chaos—wild energy rushing through his veins, sharp, erratic, unpredictable. It was like a storm he couldn’t contain.

I guess it's more of a triangle with just the three of us to fill it. I watch as Emma closes her eyes and inhales deeply. Maggie closes her eyes and begins chanting something in a foreign language I don't recognize. Her eyes start to flutter behind her thick glasses and just when I think things can't get any weirder, Maggie's eyes fly open and are completely white. She looks straight into my eyes down into the darkest parts of my soul. And screams.

I watched my grandmother kick her ass from the inside before Ahbi settled down, one final flare of her appearing in Ameline's eyes before my enemy pulled herself upright, panting for breath. Her lips curved in a vicious grin. "At last," she said, voice full of power, her maji magic appearing in a rippling rainbow around her. "At last!" I rolled my eyes, fully expecting a resounding mwahahaha evil laugh, even as I saw Ahbi flex herself again, Ameline gasping, the maji net falling apart as she fought for control.