Shirou Magic Circuits Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“She’s alive. The Circle is expanding, not breaking. If you interfere, you’ll shatter it.” Cain’s breath trembled. “But she’s scared.” Mikan’s voice softened. “I know. But she’s not alone. Morgan and Chance are there.” “And I’m not.” Cain’s voice broke. The bond throbbed again a pulse of magic so strong Mikan felt it through his own shields. Cain sagged, gutted. “Please,” he whispered, “I need to get to her.” Mikan grit his teeth. “Then we go together.” And in a burst of golden magic, he teleported them both toward the courtyard not inside the ritual, but close enough for Cain to fall to his knees just outside the spell’s boundary, chest heaving.

Errant began to protest, but she was already reaching out, her hands hovering over each of their chests. Finally, she stepped back, shaking her head. "Errant, the scars from the blood magic ritual are emanating a form of fire magic I've never felt before. They seem to be connected. I don't believe I would feel that connection if the demon was in control.” Errant shook his head. “A bound sorceress could not have done what we just witnessed, Helia.”

Chris groaned softly, palming himself through his jeans. 'Enough,' Alex said, his voice rough. He chanted the command from the book, loosening the barrier just enough for contact but not escape. The air shimmered like heat waves. Lira's tail lashed out first, wrapping around Alex's ankle and yanking him forward. He stumbled into the circle, the magic tingling on his skin but holding. Her claws grabbed his shirt, ripping it open with a sharp tear, buttons flying. Cool air hit his chest, but her touch was hot—feverish hands roaming his muscles, nails scraping lightly, leaving pink trails.

He slowly reached out, his gloved left hand closing tightly over Kira’s right. The instant their skin touched, the invisible thread between their souls exploded into a brilliant torrent of silver and white energy. Kira’s starlight magic flowed seamlessly into Cassian’s raw, predatory Alpha aura, amplifying it tenfold and purging every trace of lingering poison from his limbs. The silver irises of Cassian’s eyes blazed like twin suns, while Kira’s moonlight-silver hair floated upward around her shoulders, enveloped in a halo of pure, divine light.

Could it be? “Hello, brother. It’s nice to see you again. I would love to talk more, but as you can see, I am here for her.” I creep around to the car. Marissa is in reach. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I stop as she uses her magic on me. “Sorry about this.” She flings me and Sirus back as she raises her hands. More rogues step out protecting her as they charge forwards. We fight to get to Marissa. When I see a shimmer around this Shari woman.

Zay snapped her head in the direction it came from as the rogue went down with a howl of pain. "Keep going!" Shia was pale, her energy dwindling. The library was the third building she was attempting to build a barrier around and it was getting to her. Zay ran over to her, ignoring the rogue whose life was near to over as it seized in pain that coursed through its body. When she placed her hand on Shia's pale blue cheek, she could feel how clammy the magi had gotten. "What are you doing?" There's work to be done, the unsaid words hung in the air.

If Sheila died, Shota's magic would be forced to find a new vessel. I carried Sheila in my arms, moving to the center of the field where the witches had made several markings and symbols around in a circle. I placed Sheila's cold body on the ground, and Leonardo hauled Vladimir's unconscious body to the other circle that was next to Sheila's. "We must bind her soul to his first," Zeriyah said, and I nodded. Leonardo and I stepped away from the circles, and the witches took their positions around both circles. I held my breath as they began chanting, linking Sheila's life force to an immortal being. Since the oaken dagger was destroyed and we couldn't kill Shota's magic together with the vess

“Are you saying that my soul and Zions' soul is now… one?” “Yes.” “But we haven't mated yet?” “Physically no. But your souls say otherwise.” She smiles. “Hmmm, how am I able to soul shift with powers?” “You possess an extraordinary lineage tracing back to an Oracle of immense power.” She gently shares the information with me. “I apologize for not being able to provide you with all the information you seek. Currently, the council is engaged in a discussion about the possibility of further exploration to unravel the enigmatic phenomena that surround us.”

“It won’t be.” “You don’t know that,” I whispered. “The signs are lining up. The dreams. The visions. The pull. I’m becoming her.” Dax finally spoke. “So stop it.” “How?” I asked. “Magic this strong doesn’t just go away. And now that the heart’s shattered, there’s no seal.” Lira hesitated. “There may be… one thing,” she said slowly. “A ritual. Not to strip the power, but to bind it again. Lock it inside you. Suppress her.”

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.