Magic: The Gathering Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

They were scribblings, points hastily jotted down, but Xavier could make out some parts like — 'organisation → humans — mage... human -pawn'. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows. Why was mage mentioned in here? At the moment, he could not make any sense of the documents. He folded them neatly before pocketing them. He slid the 'book' back to its place and went out of the room.

He was also the future alpha after his alpha Alex. It was afternoon when we came from the run, the party arrangements were setting in. “Dreaming of finding your psychopath mate and running away” an irritating voice came from behind which I recognized immediately as my sister, Myla carnell. “ yup. Dreaming of living a life a normal being” “Psychopath”. she exclaimed and went away flipping her hair.

Bernie took a sip of the coffee. “You humans and your misguided values. A eugenicist decoded the book in hopes he could remove all the handicapped, and the slow-witted from the world. A single word changed the entire intention of his spell. Avalon and earth have combined into a single realm. In short, magic has returned to earth. As have all the creatures of legend and lore.” Bernie asked the question on everyone’s mind, “Do humans have magic?” Elphame rose from her chair and gripped Bernie’s double chin with a bejeweled hand, “Are your eyes normally blue?”

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

"Burn the grimoire. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen to Rafe." "What do you mean?" "The Grimoire. It's the thing that's interfering with our relationship. The relationship between you and me, we are the fated mates." "No, I don't believe in such a concept!", I refused to follow this man's strange instructions.

It all sounded too good to be true. Mage Jaye was gone, and I didn’t even have to talk to her before she went. Fionna was going to be leaving with Mage Ostrich to go to a school where they might actually be able to help her, which was great because, as fond of her as I was growing, she needed help beyond what I was able to give her, and the School for Mages was no longer in my back yard.

I said calmly and Nadine shivered. “In that forest we were looking for the grimoire of my dreams,” Nadine said carefully. “I felt the power of the magic notebook, but it was minimal and the location was fuzzy. I don't know if that means anything, but the truth is that none of us were able to use its powers.” At that moment, I saw Aris's eyes widen sharply. “You saw the Fairy Wasteland,” my friend said and Nadine frowned. “That doesn't exist; it's not real,” Nadine replied defensively. “It's just part of a story that—”

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

I can't help but ask, "Why are you not frightened of me, Mandy?" She rolls her eyes. "Truthfully, it makes no sense that anyone would fear you. Everything about us is magic. Vampire magic. Beastkind magic. Why should yours be something to fear? And you're a bear shifter. You would think that would ease their stupid doubts." I truly love this girl. For one so young, she is incredibly smart. "Thank you." My voice cracks when I say it. "And thank you for bringing your child. She is the first one."

I tip-toe and take it out. I look around and finally settle down on a short ladder, which I hadn’t noticed before and open the book. I skim through and to my dismay, find nothing. “Not a single mention,” I mutter under my breath. I shouldn’t have expected to find much. I take a deep breath and begin to peruse again. All the books have little to no mention of mages. Not a lot of things have been written. ‘As if they will keep a record of a monster,’ Ruelle sneers suddenly, irked. I let out a heavy sigh.