A Dark And Secret Magic 소설 & 이야기

I've already tried to find this place that holds so many secrets, and just another one of my horror dreams. "And dad, if you're hiding something from me, I'll find out with your help or not! There is something in this city that scares the remaining people and I will know whether or not my name is Delmom Salvatore.

It’d been years since I used my dark magic kit and my maids knew that I only requested it when I was in the mood to unleash powerful and irreversible magic, one which would drain me but also be lethal to whoever it was meant for. “Here ma’am” She handed me a well dusted kit and I placed it on the floor before me and opened it to reveal my dark magic book, deadly potions and life altering tools. I lowered myself to the ground before it and sat in such a way that my legs spread and joined by my feet leaving two triangles on both sides.

Granny Minama could see it in her granddaughter’s eyes—eyes now as black as the void, reflecting the demonic forces that sought to devour her soul. With a voice like thunder and the grace of a storm, Granny Minama begins the incantation, her words clashing against the dark forces swirling around Demika. The air thickens with tension, the shadows recoiling as if burned by the power of her spell. The room quakes under the weight of the ancient magic, the very walls groaning in protest. Inch by inch, the darkness releases its grip on Demika, the writhed shadows dissipating into the ether with a final, piercing shriek.

I grit my teeth angrily. I can feel his right hand man pointing the trigger at me. My body turns solid cold, they look like they shoot for a living. It's better if I don't annoy them. “I am the host of this party.” He says with a cocky smile, his eyes suddenly turning cold. “Don’t try using your mind-link to call anyone, because well your powers won’t work here. It’s coated with dark magic.” Dark magic is a sort of magic that only rare witches possess. As always, it's mainly used for evil. Dark magic is strong and powerful, it isn't even the least of witches' powers combined. Dark magic can also be used to resist werewolves' powers.

He was young and handsome. Father" Clara whispered to herself. Clara took hold of the book and started to go through it. The writings looked foreign to her at first but as she continued to look through it. The understanding came naturally to her. Clara understood one thing, dark magic was forbidden. As she continued to read Clara had dozens of questions to ask but there was no one to give her an answer. Clara closed the book and sighed.

Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. It was the early 1700s when a witch, my mother, and a werewolf, my father, fell in love with each other. It was beautiful, and the perfect love - one that is one with nature and a beast that resides and takes care of nature and the other animals living in it. They were living peacefully with mortals and the children they were to bear. But at that time, a virus broke among mortals. Nurses and doctors reported that dead bodies in the morgue went missing. Nikleux, my mom and the most powerful witch ever, casted a conosc

Damian's expression hardened. "Dark magic," he said grimly. "But whoever did this-" He scanned the clearing. "-they're not here anymore." Skylar frowned, unease prickling down her spine. The magic hadn't faded completely. It was still here, hidden just beneath the surface, pulsing faintly. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to pull the images back into her mind-the whispering figure, the black energy seeping into the earth. And then she heard it. A faint crack-a branch snapping at the edge of the clearing.

A problem shared is a problem solved so don't be afraid to tell me anything”. Gabby saw the curiosity in her mother's eyes. She thought of still hiding it away from her mother, but it was impossible because her mother was getting closer to knowing the secret to her tears, so she decided to open up to her mother. Her mother looked at her with a different look with the eagerness to know about her precious daughter. She nodded to her to signal to speak up. So Gabby took a deep breath to explain everything to her and the difficulty why she was crying.

The spark ignited, quiet but undeniable. Later, I found myself caring for a drunken Luke. Beer cans littered the floor, and he was a mess, with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. That image was nothing like the distant professor everyone knew. Exhausted, I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. When I woke, something tickled my face. I opened my eyes to find Luke gazing at me. But instead of looking away, he smiled at me. "Ada, let's be together." After that, we began a secret relationship. Every summer and winter break, my parents begged me to go home, but I always made excuses to stay.

No shouting, no rage fits, no silver charms boiling on the stove in the name of cleansing, or wild accusations. I found a small patch of grass that looked soft enough and sat down, opening the book I had accidentally taken with me when I left. The Secrets of Ancient Magic. That was its title. I’d found it hidden among my mother’s old things, but from the faint handwriting on the first page, it must have belonged to my father—the man I’d never met. People said he was a gifted wizard, known for his mastery of magic and his secretive nature. Thinking about him made my chest tighten. My interest in reading died fast.