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I ask. “I don’t know,” Maya says, but her eyes flick to Taryn. “If she knew about Taryn, then—” “But Taryn didn’t even know about Taryn.” “She could have found out. There is no limit to what dark and forbidden magic can do compared to light magic. At a cost, of course, but when people are desperate…” “Do you think she was behind the mate blocking potion, too?” Taryn asks. “It wouldn’t surprise me,” Maya says. Her head whips around the room, scanning the contents and the arrangement of the elements on Merina’s coffee table and the state of her body. “We should get back. The others may have more insight.”

My heartbeat picked up in my chest, and I almost forgot to breathe. “You stole my magic?” I breathed. She flinched, then shook her head. “No, Drew. I didn’t — I didn’t steal it. It was always going to come back to you, I just—” “How is what you did any better than dark magic? How is it not dark magic?” I demanded, struggling to keep my voice down and keep myself composed. “It’s borderline magic,” she muttered. “Not dark, and not light. Just grey. Because you would get it back. Eventually. Had I taken it completely, then — then that would have been dark magic.”

“Why is your magic a different color than the Whitmore goons? There’s was purple, yours was nearly white.” She frowns at my question and her arms drop from their defensive stance. “Their magic is turning dark, black magic, you might call it. Mine is still pure, from the earth and the environment, not from evil. It’s why my parents left the coven. They started turning dark several years ago.” She looks down and I watch as her magic begins dancing across her fingers again, almost like she’s holding lightening in her hand. “Can I touch it?” I ask, mesmerized.

"Our strength is weakening as Jace's is weakening. Especially now that the monsters in his body are increasingly dominating. The last ritual we performed in the city of shadows had no effect other than hastening his death." "What do you mean? Dead? What rituals?" Rain almost screamed. They had already reached the boundary of the Darkwood forest region. Instantly the sunlight was removed from the edge of the forest. A dark fog suddenly enveloped their journey. Mist is a magical enchantment from the Darkwood forest due to a curse inscribed by the sorcerer for the kingdom. There will be no sun and bright light in the woods and the empire until the king, and his descendants break the curse.

“Why is your magic a different color than the Whitmore goons? There’s was purple, yours was nearly white.” She frowns at my question and her arms drop from their defensive stance. “Their magic is turning dark, black magic, you might call it. Mine is still pure, from the earth and the environment, not from evil. It’s why my parents left the coven. They started turning dark several years ago.” She looks down and I watch as her magic begins dancing across her fingers again, almost like she’s holding lightening in her hand. “Can I touch it?” I ask, mesmerized.

, said Mya. Mya kept on going and going about how this boy looked like but I wasn’t really listening. Mya had braces on her teeth and she had freckles on her face. But she kept them half-hidden with the make-up she put on her face. She always kept her silver blonde hair in a bun and her hair kind of complimented her eyes as they were silver grey. But her eyes weren’t that much noticeable to normal humans due to the fact that she wore glasses and nobody bothered to interact with her, except me.

**** She rushed to him and tried to wake him up. “ Damian” she called his name as she shook him but there was no response. His face was white as if there was no blood in his body. There were black veins protruding from his body and his body was hot as if his blood was boiling. Marissa knew it was dark magic. She ran down stairs and into the forest frantically. She ignored the calls from the guards on patrol. She said a spell and a ball of light appeared on her hands. When she got to the forest. She started looking frantically for something.

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.

Her skin looked translucent and her veins could be seen, red and blue lines running down her arms. "I don't know",Jezebel said. She equally looked pale after using the dark magic to bring back Cara. Dark Magic was an element of a powerful Sorceress. Jezebel was just an ordinary witch and using the spell drained her totally, almost taking her life. "What do you mean you don't know?",Brandon snapped angrily. "I thought you said it would work". He turned and glared at the witch, watching as she huffed for breathe.

Beatrice had shuddered at the thought of the cold she would face but Nomar had assured her that he would make her warm after the training. Nomar took her down to the bottom of the lake and there she saw the creations who lived at the bottom. They practiced for a while there, Nomar showing her the last basic spells of water magic and Beatrice perfecting them all. By that time, she was no longer feeling the cold of the water. They practiced and practiced and Nomar was pleased that his student who had known nothing about magic before had come this far. Beatrice and Nomar would have stayed at the bottom of the lake much longer than that until Beatrice began to gasp for breath. She laboured for b