Naruto Has Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The books and tutors we encountered on our journeys taught me so much about harnessing my magic. “Magic isn’t that easy,” Narah said, frustration creeping into her voice. “What’s the point of being a hybrid if I can’t use magic or just be a wolf?” She sounded like she resented herself at that moment. Frustrated, she stood up and headed toward the entrance door. Her self-doubt stung. I wanted to assure her that it would take time, but only if she believed in herself. I grasped her cold hand, surprised by the chill radiating from it.

"At least, I am not some prodigal cat like you. Come on, Nero, for the love of god! When will you realize that our resources are limited? We could only do so much from my earnings at multiple jobs. Stop squandering our money as if we have bottomless fund on our disposal. The girl tried her utmost to make her cat understand their current situation. However, as always, no amount of words could make Nero changed his mind once he set it on something. [Fine! Lend me some mage coins and I'll just pay you back then. Just wait and see, someday I will show you how that Fyadust is worth every penny.] "Contrary to that, using my magic will cost us nothing. [Yes, it does. To be exact, your mana and in t

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

CHAPTER XVII: Implicit Confession of Feelings Nicanor floated into the air above Glade. It appeared like they were up to something. What would it be? As far as I remember, Nicanor’s magic is Acid Magic and it is corrosive in nature. That’s way too dangerous when use in its maximum power. Nicanor moved his hand forward and pressed the air as if he can touch it. Glade, on the other hand, snapped his fingers and all the flowers around were aimed at Raid’s and Marc’s direction. They closed their petals and just left a small opening on their centers.

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

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.

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

I would make them tattoo Zeve’s name on me in all the freaking languages in this world. “‘Unusual’ is the right word for our friendship. It’s always been unusual, I suppose,” I said. “By the way, did you know?” I asked Hikari in a serious tone and shook his head. “How do you know what I was asking about?” “Her highness’ history and her parents, right? No, I had no idea,” he said. “You have forbidden magic, too? Can you read minds?” I asked. “God, Mor. I can read you even without the forbidden magic.” He gently slammed his hand over my biceps. Ok, that hurt. My whole body was hurting and healing at the same time.

“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.”