Naruto Uses Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"No way, that's not allowed." "Yeah, unfair." Alkhun looks at his hand. He is certain he didn't use any magic. Could this be... He grins bitterly, realizing that he also acquired that attribute from his mother. "Hmm.. interesting, interesting." Nerom nodded in the middle of the crowd. "Master, did you see that?" "He used magic." "Yeah, that's against the rules." Everyone agreed and Nerom just smiles and he looks entertained. "Okay, Nerom you can come over here now anytime you want."

☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down. While Ariana was groaning in too much pain, suddenly she felt a huge wave of force and immediately she felt relief and collapse on the floor. Shaw got to the location and saw how the evil leader was engrossed in giving Ariana so much pain by sucking out her power, he began to boil, he stretch forth his hand and uses his inner force to send a huge wave which blow the evil leader and interrupt what he was doing, the evil leader disappeared immediately... Shaw ran towards Ariana, he carried her up and head to their villa

"I-I'm Riaru, s-seventeen, and..." Seeing her flustered is adorable. It's obvious she grew up lonely. "And?" "Y-You can call me R-Ria," "R-Ria?" That's a pleasant nickname, and it fits her, "So Miles... what's your enhancement?" Enhancement?! Is that magic?! I feel like punching the air out of excitement! But my old pal fear has his hands wrapped around my arm. Is it like the games I played? Can I control the four elements like an avatar? Can I use magic like Harry Potter? No, that's too cheap. Or can I use chakra like Naruto, or perhaps Haki like Luffy?

The night he’d kidnapped his own son and planned to suck all his magic out of him had been particularly illuminating. “I don’t have a fan club. Fan clubs are for teenage losers.” I batted my eyelashes at him and, with malicious pleasure, watched him turn even redder. “But either way, you don’t have to put posters of me on your wall with hearts drawn on them with your favorite pink glitter pen to, I don’t know, not drain my magic for your own purposes? Isn’t this a little bit like father, like son?” The color vanished from Nate’s face so quickly I could practically hear the blood whooshing south. “How do you know about that?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.