Magi Fanfic Novels & Stories

For me, that dream was vivid enough to be true. The audience gallery was more or less packed. I could see the shimmering wards spanning the whole gallery to protect everyone from a mage’s power. A voice crackled through the mic. Moran’s voice. My gaze shifted to where he stood behind a long table, presided over by several, no doubt imminent people. Among them were that man whose name I didn’t want to take, my mother, Elias and another woman and man. Judging by the man’s black hair and icy blue eyes and the woman’s sharp features, they were probably the former king and queen. My gaze shifted to my mom and Elias. Neither of them spared any glance at me. Another table was there, a little far f

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

Banging her head on the desk, she attracted the stares of everyone and worried looks from her friends. "Hey, what's wrong?" Olive asked softly in order to not be caught by the teacher. Jessie raised her head revealing her eyes that had gone red from frustration. "Today has been the absolute worst. It's been one horrible moment to the other." Jessie whined. "I just have this feeling that something is going to go wrong today and it keeps making my magic go nuts." As she spoke, her desk promptly exploded into a shower of flowers making the rest of the class gape while their homeroom teacher, Miss. Penny raised a brow and gestured for Olive to use her magic to restore the desk to its original fo

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.

"That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?" "That’s the one. But get this—he’s in some kind of love triangle. Because apparently, one of the mages, another royal, is having an affair with Lysar too." Bainer blinked. "Wait, what?" "I’m telling you, the drama in that squad is better than any tavern tale." I didn’t comment. I was too focused on the unnerving green eyes of one of the mages Lysar had selected. He hadn’t said much, but the moment I saw those eyes—bright, fog-cutting, too familiar—something twisted in my gut.

Either the Queen Mage hadn't gotten the message, or she simply didn't care, because she pointed to a seat and said, "Care to join us, Gilbert?" I glared. Gil's back snapped straight from being addressed by the Queen Mage, and he released my hand to find his seat. I glowered at my mother, who was trying very hard to seem like she was already very invested with whatever Triguni, the Keystone leader of the Astral mages and the last of her kind, was saying.

He shook his head, “I don’t know how I know that. I don’t know whether the boy will help or hinder. I don’t even know if he will be with you. Astrapi?” Astrapi turned pale, “I am here,” he whispered, as though Ilyria’s father could hear him. “This message is for you too. I failed you. I promised I would help you and I did not. Now I am out of time. The Magos has not yet returned but he will. If you are here, then he has returned and you—Ilyria and Astrapi—are his only enemies. The only chance our world has of stopping him. Ilyria, my precious child. The only regret of my entire life has been knowing I will not see you grow to adulthood. You will be beautiful, of course you will. But you will

“Until she accepts who she is and accepts the magic within her, there is nothing I can do. There is something else there, something impossible to reveal. She must unlock it herself.” Alaric walks over and glances down at them both, confused. “Isn’t there a spell or something you can do to force her to accept who she is?” Alaric knows that the longer she goes on believing this is just a fantasy, the more at risk she is. “No, I’m afraid I can’t. Using magic to tamper with someone's mind in that way is forbidden, and there is no guarantee it will work. She has to believe it; she has to feel it.”

AURORA’S POV I couldn’t have imagined such a death even in my darkest fantasy; suspended in the air, surrounded by candles with weird fragrance. My death meant the return of someone very evil. It also meant the death of my little girl. I tried to use my magic but it was all in vain. My body was drained of all strength. Despair had taken root in my heart and had grown like Cuscuta engulfing my heart; draining it of the tiniest bit of hope that was left.

Ohuhu is a larger community, it’s like the mother of Afugiri, the Oracle in Ohuhu superintends over the Oracle in Afugiri. The Oracle in Afugiri would quickly rush to Ohuhu Oracle to seek for help over the spells he just sensed were sent to ensure the Afugiri warriors won’t return with the Magic Beans.