Magi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Karin “I think that’s the best I can do.” Maggie steps back to inspect her work, looking less than pleased. “There’s only so much magic you can do standing in a bathroom with a clutch full of safety pins, I guess.” Maggie sighs. “I’m lucky you carry those things around with you,” I say, smiling gratefully. I smooth my dress out. “I actually think you are pretty magical, Mags. It doesn’t look half-bad, and especially in the dark it won’t, I’m sure.”

Unfortunately for him, I wasn't born yesterday. My father is trying to get rid of me, dump the problem child onto someone else, and I can't blame him. There is magic coursing in my veins, yet I can't conjure the most simple of spells. I'm a complete failure. When I get angry, I make things explode or catch fire, and after having baked my old school, my father suffered a mental breakdown. He doesn't know how to handle me, and it breaks my heart how he doesn't look at me in the same loving way anymore. Where there once used to be love and pride for his daughter, I can now only find radiant fear—my father is afraid of me.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

He also wishes the warriors don’t come back with the Magic Bean and so he consulted with certain wicked Oracle in the far land to make sure the warriors won’t be able to find the Beans or not return home. The Oracle told him that if he can…

Alone. He wanted me to use my life to buy time for the core ceremony. If I weren't as powerful as I was, it would be a death sentence. "You've already discussed this with your parents, haven't you?" I asked. "They've agreed," Damian answered, so quickly it was like he'd rehearsed it. "They trust Isla's blood magic. It's our pack's tradition. Your magic… we don't know where it comes from." Questionable origins? I healed this polluted land, making life flow through it again.

“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

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

My life is good and I’ll never change it for anything. I came to mystic academy a year before I met my now best friend Mia. I remember when we met, it’s still funny now that I think about it, I made a dare with one of my classmates to ask a girl out, she is a pixie. I asked her out and she politely turned me down, but that was not all the dare. I was told to become a jock to her if she turned me down, so of course I started annoying her for two days straight until she got feed up and cast a misdirection spell towards me.

"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.