Magi Fanfic Novels & Stories

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

“It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she reached her magic into him and tried to take the power of his spirit into her. But it was more difficult than she t

He whispered into his ear but to Alexander, it was as if someone was speaking into his mind. "Alexander, rise up and stand like the great man that you are," Nomar whispered, his voice booming in Alexander's mind. Alexander was not his charge so he could interfere in his affairs. He had used one of his magic abilities to send his voice into Alexander's mind. He was only doing it to help Beatrice because he knew that if Alexander was strong, he would make Beatrice strong too.

And I also thought him being just part Fae wouldn't matter when it comes to procreating… but I was clearly wrong. “Now that you know all this,” Maggi adds softly, “are you still willing to take part in the Dance of the Dead to gain your freedom?” My voice cracks when I answer. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I hold no affection for him.” The look in her eyes shifts into disappointment, not in me, but in what the reality of our circumstances has become. “I can’t be with him, Maggi,” I say, barely able to keep my voice steady. “I hate him. Gracious goddess, I hate him. I want to kill him. If you choose not to help me anymore to survive the tournament, I understand.”

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

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

Rector said with a chuckle and a wink. “Well my lords, not entirely” Rowina said, standing up, once again raising her hand, “I once read stories about a Grand Magus who once communed with spirits in the dark realm, who then showed him glimpses of what it would look like if the necromancers Gargaroth and Telagus were not defeated.” “That is a myth” Rector replied with a head shake and small chuckle, before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. “What happened to this Grand Magus?” Rex asked, he was curious about the ending to the story she told.

she said with a disappointed look and half smiled: “That bastard all he cares about is getting girls into his bed and this is something I am not willing to do no matter what so i thought of approaching him in a different way and see how it will go from there ” “What did you try to do?” Jack asked. “I tried to get his attention and failed terribly” Marie replied back “When was that?” I asked her while putting more food on Mia's plate. “About 3 days ago” “When is the celebration?” Jack asked with a suppressed laugh on his face while watching what I was doing. That Jackass would make fun of me later. “In a week’s time” Marie’s curiosity and willingness to help were evident in her eyes now. “Dur