True Magic Shirou Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Lacey..." "I have to go take care of something," I interrupt. "But after I do, I want to talk to you." "About what?" "About... us." Back at my apartment, I knock on the door across the hall. The moment Jayden opens it, I unleash a shimmering silver thread of magic—a truth spell. It strikes him square in the chest. His eyes went vacant. "The truth," I commanded. "All of it." The spell forces the truth out of him.

".What is this?" "Truth, Creed," Zara said smoothly, stepping closer, the picture changing to another one — Yuyu, barely sixteen in baggy pants, laughing, with unmistakable boyish features. "Your little Yuyu — your dream girl — is a man. Or did you really not know?" "I—" My head inched towards Yuyu, as if seeing her — him — for the very first time. "Don't believe this," I panted, my face ill. "It can't be. It's not true."

And I believe him. But it’s something I do want to learn more about. I hate that about myself. But I'm drawn in by this. I feel like I need to know. “Then show me,” I say. “If you have proof that he's still the same man he once was, then show me.” “I'll be happy to,” she says. She smiles a wicked grin, and then she leads me away so I can see her proof. * As I sit with Lucy, my heart feels heavier with each breath. Her story is tragic. And I can't believe someone and I know played a part in it. I won't believe it.

“We can attempt to stabilize the fake bond and slow the degradation. But it’s temporary. Days at most and it requires a witch powerful enough to override the original spell.” “And the second option.” Serra’s eyes flickered just for a second because only she might have an idea of who Astrid’s true mate is. She didn’t say anything about it though. “A true mate bond replacing it.” The room went quiet in a different way. Daniel looked away confused and Ian went very still. Does he know too? I said nothing. “It would anchor the magic. Give it somewhere to settle instead of tearing her apart. The bite will suck away the degradation.” Serra watched me carefully.

During our guard duty? " We started talkin' 'bout devotion The kind that goes on eternally And I tell him I'm in love with him But how can I know that I'll always be?" But then the illusion suddenly changes to Shin in his cheetah form talking to Hikaru who was in his boxes helping Shin wash off the mud that was caked on his fur. Wait!! what??? " He just said, "Is it true? Is it true? Tell me now" It's a promise I can't make and I won't validate

I feel the consciousness of every Sophia across every reality flowing through me—not being consumed, but combining, strengthening, unifying in purpose. "What have you done?" William demands as Truth's body begins to descend, the entity's hold weakening. My voice, when I answer, resonates with the power of a thousand versions of myself: "Changed the pattern." The chamber convulses violently. The columns of matter collapse, the void contracts. Truth falls the remaining distance into Marcus's waiting arms as the altar beneath my hands crumbles to dust. "We need to get out now!" Rodriguez shouts over the cacophony of collapsing realities.

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

The players that were red in the eyes with anger were now stunned, completely clueless as to what had just happened. As for Shiroa, she was currently covered in a cold sweat as she fell to her knees. Kirou's parting words and the look in his eyes as he left caused Shiroa to see her death, quite vividly. And this wasn't an in-game death but one she would experience in reality. It was only now that she truly understood that she wasn't dealing with a simple player. No, she had just crossed paths with a bloodthirsty monster and barely escaped with her life.

She’s looking at me like all she can see is a liar. Am I that unreliable? Can I really not separate lies from the truth?. Are my words so untrustworthy?. She pulls herself up and adjusts her clothes. Is she leaving? Is she just going to leave like this?. I haven’t even said anything. “You’re such a liar Sorahiko”. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! I’ve lived my entire life without ever being completely honest, not even with Sakura. The only reason she can understand me is because we are too alike.

She will not remember anything that is about to happen so there is no point in me pretending to care about her, there is no point in me trying to act kind and thoughtful. The rain was beginning to drizzle a bit, the wind was blowing, the masking spell that Shiraya had placed to make Rhea unsuspicious was slowly wearing off. The side of the shrine which had looked like the side of a busy highway with trees and shrubs turned into what it truly was, two large graveyards. I could hear Rhea gasp when this happened.