A Dark And Secret Magic Novels & Stories

She said. "Of course. Otherwise, I can't use her anymore. Just do as I say." Zhang Wei's voice came to Chenguang's ear. "Can I ask you, why is she here? Why do we need her?" Chenguang understood that they were talking about her. "She is our weapon. I can't use my magic at night. It's a curse on me. I have to break the curse. Chenguang is the 'Sky Lily'. One day, she will get magic and a Sky Lily. I need the Sky Lily and the Secret book to break my curse." He said. His words made Chenguang gasp.

I folded my hands around my chest, watching as she brought out a pale orb of hazy reddish light and kept chanting, the orb changed into a crimson-red glow before changing into a black light that displayed Asher’s castle. She took out a dark book of magic, flipping through the pages while I watched her in silence. The pages looked paper-thin as if held together just by a spider web thread that would tear at any instance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing something with her mind. Her hand hovered over the book while she held one of it in her other hand and began chanting again.

But I was never good at staying in the dark. The firelight flickered gently, casting dancing shadows across the glyphs. I closed my eyes, allowing my magic to flow into the sigils, whispering the incantation softly. “Show me what you’re hiding,” I breathed, my voice firm despite the fluttering nervousness in my chest. But instead of clarity, the magic shifted beneath my fingertips, strangely amused—like laughter rippling through the stone itself. The room grew still, a presence lingering at the edges of my senses. Watching. Waiting.

“To break a bond, I need the root of the silver bark tree, crushed and boiled. I need soil from the grave of a marked omega. Hair from the bonded mate. And the blood of the one who seeks the severance.” She smiled then, a sharp crescent moon grin that held no warmth. “Good. But you forgot the most important part.” I stiffened. “Magic,” she said, low and slow. “Dark magic. White magic is gentle but this bond is brutal. It needs strong dark magic.” The room fell even quieter. Even the fire seemed to hold its breath. “You won’t break anything without the ancient rites,” Bibi Kamwe continued, moving to the small wooden shelf at the back. She opened a small drawer and pulled out a black velvet po

Dark, powerful, and very much real. The realisation was a jolt to my system. Magic was real, and it resided within me. As the cold sensation that had accompanied the dark magic began to fade, I decided to try my luck with the door I hadn'theard lock. The unlocked door was a testament to the negligence or overconfidence of Asher and his brotherhood, a mistake I intended to exploit. With cautious steps, I slipped out of the room and pressed myself against the cold stone wall of the hallway. The chapel was quiet, the only sound being my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.

The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere. [At last, the open secret's out, and they can stop sneaking around like kids stealing candy from a candy shop!] [Do you think their parents realize how tough it is for their kids to scrounge up those sweet moments day by day?] [Enough said, let's toast to our old pal!] Marvin was in that company-wide chat too, and he did not miss a beat — every message was read. However, he never corrected their wild guesses or the face-to-face congratulations. He seemed to relish the spotlight.

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“That bitch Susan!” I lifted my chin. “Dark magic hides. It does not erase. And it always leaves scars.” I stepped closer to the invisible barrier. I could feel it now. It was cold and sharp against my skin. I closed my eyes again and began to speak. “By light unbroken....By truth unseen, reveal what darkness hides. Let false sight fall. Let true form rise.” The forest trembled faintly. I reached into my pouch and pulled out a small vial. Inside was a white powder; ground moonstone mixed with ash from a sacred fire.

‘So what can we do to break the spell before it takes over Remiel? Her eyes meet mine, shining brightly in the dark space. ‘The secret room at the old Church, there is a book of forbidden magic.’ She closes her eyes as wind begins to swirl around her, lifting her body from the floor and whipping her hair around her. ‘I can sense the book's presence there.’ ‘But I’ve already found the hidden room in the school room.’ Frustration clear in my voice. ‘We didn’t find any books that come remotely close to what you are describing.’

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.