Magi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Maggie said loud enough for us to hear, before she began to jerk and squint her eyes. “They are trying to block me out!!” She yelled and began chanting the spell again louder, making more blood ooze out from her ears and nose. “That's enough Maggie. You’ve got to stop Now!!” I commanded. “I have to find her!!! She’s the only thing close to family that I have left. I won’t lose her too!!!” She yelled and continued to chant the spell with more determination making the fire on the candles blazed more and more. “I see her in front of a giant rock in the woods,” She finalized and passed out after that.

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 would then proceed in finding and lightly kissing every scar. However, I always have her retell them to me. Most of the time it makes her happy. Then there are times when she just cries in my arms over the memory of the loss of her friends. That's the thing about Magi, they live until they are killed. In a way, they're immortal. I fear the day that someone tries to come after her. . . The ones who are crazy enough to believe she can make them immortal. I've asked her about that and she never answers. I know she just doesn't want to think about me dying. Just as much as I don't want to think about her living on without me. . .

She asked running her finger along the line of his scar. “You don’t have Healers where you’re from?” He asked and she shook her head. “What are they?” “Magi, well sort of, they channel a special Magic.” “Oh. And they healed it just like that?” “Just like that.” He said smiling before leaning into kiss her. She kissed him back, slowly at first and then harder, more urgently. “Let’s go to bed. Not that I suspect we’ll be sleeping that much…” He said and she laughed as he swept her up carried her into his bedroom.

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

“What? You actually know about the power of witchcraft? It seems that you’re quite knowledgeable! Since you know it, then why don’t you kneel down or are you waiting for me to break your leg?” Alex shook his head. “Your power of witchcraft is no match for me!” “How boastful!” On the other hand, when Maggie saw Alex dared to belittle her man, the god in her heart, it was even harder to withstand than belittling her. She immediately yelled, “Darling, hurry and cast your divine magic to show him your greatness. Turn him into a wooden man that can’t move and just rots away.” “Alright!” The man did as he was told and extended a hand.

“You are young, girl. You have not found your mate yet. When you do, you will understand the pull you are cursing, and you will understand how foolish you were right now.” Maggie’s hands curled into fists. “You are a witch!” she snapped. “You seduced him!” The door behind her opened. The door slammed hard into the wall causing Maggie to jump. “Maggie!” Nolan snarled. Maggie went pale instantly, all defiance draining from her face as she turned toward him.

“I suffer the burdens of my duty as do you, as does the boy. But a wild thing cannot be tamed or trained to our whims. Sometimes I think it better if he had stayed.” “Only severed.” “ . . . only severed. But the answers still lie at the origin.” The Magister’s smile was not forgiving. “The boy agrees with you.” “But the ban prevents that.” “Are you two old men through?” Maggie asked from the door. “Humph,” was the Magister’s retort. Poe gave a tender smile. “You go manage the horde, Magister. I will toil with Poe,” she said stepping The Magister looked from one child to the other, and, fleetingly, a gentle smile parsed his lips. Now he was comfortable.

"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?" I nod. "She said she'd make it for my Luna Ceremony." He shakes his head, letting out a little laugh, mumbling, "That's so cool." I lean my entire weight into him, shoving him off me and to flop back on the bed. "Let's go."