Natsu Uses Different Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it want to get out of my chest. “Yes,” Nori replied. “What if I don’t use my magic?” I asked, “We all know I rarely use it,” I added, hoping that it will help my case. “Lana,” Nori said as he gave me the look that I hated so much, “No, means no.” “But–” I started to say but Nori cut me off.

She completely closed herself off to any suggestions coming from her colleague. Hearing those hurtful words, Sena seemed to lower her face. “What? Trash?” The Higashinese girl seemed to be clenching her fists. “Sena...” As Rikka Gallipolia's right hand, Natsuki Sena is someone who greatly admires the leader's thoughts and vision. Her bold ideas that are different from other members of the Witches Brigade make her special in the eyes of the Higashinese girl. She also believes that what the leader aspires to will be achieved, reconciling Vitania without bloodshed. But unfortunately, no one cares.

This, surprised the two beings. This time, Nathan unsheathed his sword. "Fire magic; dragon claws." Nathan chanted as he made a quick slashes on air. Instantly sharp claws of fire in thousands appears on the air as those claws speed up towards his enemies. However, the two easily evaded the fire claws, but, Nathaniel follows-up another attack. "Lightning art magic; lightning needles of death." As soon as Nathan chanted this, thousands of thousand of tiny needles in a form of lightning appears on the atmosphere that surrounded Nathaniel. With a flick of his fingers those tiny needles attack the enemies. Nathaniel is not finished yet either, he again, follows another attack. "Water creation ma

This is the last thing he needs to hear. Cedrick gives me a knowing look, he is thinking the same thing I am. She is different from us, obviously powerful but not nearly as strong. “This is bad and there not closing on their own, we will need a blue crystal.” I nod in agreement before he leaves to retrieve the crystal.

Michael's back straitened. "...your mind will be destroyed. Miss Calvin will be placed in eternal servitude in one of the dungeon dreamscapes. Your mother and the girl Lucy will be killed since they have been affected by your power." Michael clenched his fist and lashed out with his will. The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow.

And beneath the fire, a blade glowed faintly. "I don't want to die," the man whispered, his voice cracking. "Please..." Natzy stepped closer, her boots made a low, heavy sound on the concrete floor. She wore worn-out jeans and a dark hooded cloak that hid most of her face. "Do I look like someone who would grant you mercy?" she asked quietly. His fear twisted into sudden anger. "Who are you? Why should I beg you? You’re just a woman!" Natzy didn't answer, but her hand moved fast.

I stared at him, a bitter laugh bubbling up in my chest. "Lucian, are you serious? You're literally throwing me away to chase your 'True Mate.' You're going to give Abbie the Luna title, but you won't let me have a Second Chance? That's not fair." "Fairness is a relative thing in this world, Nadia," he growled, leaning down until his nose brushed against mine. His scent came to my nose. "I am the Alpha. I am the rule. If you don't agree, I'll kiss you until you agree with it."

Better than thinking about the way she’d looked at me when I’d pulled away. Better than thinking about the fact that, even now, I wanted to finish what I’d started. It was a lot better than the fact that I was trying my best to ignore every feeling that I had, and yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. So I hit harder. “Natalia, he does not want anyone inside.” “You don't get to call me by my first name. You don't even know who I am.” “Fine then Luna, I am his beta and whether or not you want to accept it, you are going to have to listen right now.”

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

Apparently, her nose was functioning just as well. The whole scenario reminded the silver-haired girl of that scene in Grimm where the monster stole a guy’s sleep, and she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps, this one too wanted to do the same thing to her. She prayed desperately to anyone who cared to listen to wake her up from the nightmare she was in, but it was pretty obvious that everything was really happening. Live and colored. “You. Are. Mine, Nataleeee,” The creature growled, its makeshift mouth closing in on her neck as he breathed against her creamy skin. “All mineeee.”