Magi Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

"Maggi meet Alex my very good friend and Alex you already know Maggi right? She's my girlfriend now." Oh, that's surprising. I never thought of them as anything but people who work together, but I can't be less happy for them regardless. I shake Maggie's hand, "It's very nice to meet you once again." "Same here." She replies nicely with that adorable British accent of hers. I step back, almost smacking myself after realising I forgot about Rogue, "Well this is Rogue my fiancé, Rogue you already know Julian, meet Maggi Ian his girlfriend."

She hoped they would understand. Magie only stared at her with an upset face for a moment, but she knew that they, even just a little, felt the fear of her race. But Magie simply leaned her back against the back of the chair, half sitting and half lying down, her legs and feet kicking the empty air as she giggled happily, "Jesus Christ! he's so fucking handsome! They're so gorgeous! I can't even believe people are looking like them in real life!" Kiara stared at her, wide-eyed. Hearing that, she could not help but let out an instant sigh of relief. No longer does she pound in anticipation of the reaction she will get. At least Magie wouldn't be afraid when she told them her identity.

I watched as Alice turned to Maggie, her sharp eyes brimming with something akin to approval. "You know, even though you aren't eighteen yet, I have to admit, I'm impressed," she said, her voice steady but laced with a rare warmth. "The way you wield your magic, the precision, the control... it's remarkable. No doubt it comes from your fae blood. It’s in your nature to command it." She crossed her arms, as if sizing Maggie up once more, but this time, there was no skepticism, only recognition.

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’

Freya’s P.O.V “My coven just used me to get to you,” Maggie’s voice sounded lifeless. “They told me they’ll extract your magic and give it to me, to make me powerful…but now my great-grandmother told me that I helped them for the greater good. That it was my duty to those who had brought me up…fed me and nourished me till I turned eighteen…and that was it…” I didn’t like the way it sounded. Maggie’s great-grandmother sounded like a dick, but that wasn’t my concern. I didn’t like the way Maggie’s eyes looked so dead…as if she was exhausted inside.

I brushed off the dust from the front of my dress and walked as confidently as I could to her, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the hedgehog Magi. With movement like a flash of lightning. The Magi’s fingernails darkened and elongated and before I could process what was happening, she plunged her black claws into my chest. I felt her grip around my heart. My eyes widened in horror at the sheer pain that seized my body. From the corner of my eyes, I could see my mother calmly standing there, hands clasped in front of her. Why wasn’t we trying to save me. The Magi grabbed me by my chin and stared into my eyes. I felt like she was peeking into my soul. I felt the metallic taste of blood in

I demanded as her eyes became clouded with rage. "I don't have him, and he'll never be mine as long as you're alive!" Rory yelled, slamming me through the wall with every ounce of her magic. I collapsed to the ground, taking my breath away. I exclaimed as I noticed my own bone protruding from my left arm. My arm was broken after being knocked through a wall without my Lycan half. I would have died if I had only been human. A jolt of Magi magic filled my womb. The thing about magi magic is that it is unpredictable, and as I hit Rory with it, the power became unstable. As I tried to stand, my vision blurred. I wobbled, bracing myself against the wall, trying to keep it together for my child's

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.

"I know. I was just as shocked." "Does that mean Zay is. . ." He trails off, his eyebrows furrowing. "Is. . . What?" He shakes his head. "Um, just - it's incredibly rare for Magi to have beloveds who are a different species. Not unheard of. Just. . . Rare." "I'm not surprised. She's the only magi I've ever met, no one ever comes here besides her." "The magi do not casually interact with others. No, they'd likely go to a council rather than a pack or individual. You said I can meet this magi?"