A Darker Shade Of Magic Movie Novels & Stories

She continued on mixing the portion while I wrote the spell to go with the portion. All our attention soon turned to the smoke coming out of the cauldron as the portion changed colors from a deep shade of red to light pink. The spell heavily relied on dark magic ,a huge amount of it at that . We all knew the danger of using it and we all knew that there would be repercussions to using such a forbidden spell but we were all ready to deal with the consequences. “Bang!” Freya carefully added the vampire blood to the portion before breaking the glass jar into shard’s.

And why did that bother him? *** It was a beautiful thing watching the woman work. Who knew one could weave such dark twisted magic with grace. Marx was curious. "Why was it called shadow magic?" "It’s made from and feeds on death." Marx watched the symbols as they materialized from the tips of her fingers. As the lights played over the silk-like strands of the traps set to kill and maim. "But it's so... beautiful." Marx felt weird saying that. He had been watching her when she asked if he wanted to see what she was seeing. He had to admit he had not expected this.

All her attention was on her nephew, who had closed his eyes, his brows knitted. The darkness that had taken seven lives now, the darkness she feared instinctively and was still glad that it existed because it saved her, very slowly receded on the child's arms and neck. "That's good.", she encouraged him. "Compress it more." She had an inkling what this darkness was, although she wasn't sure about it. It was so strange... different from what she knew. She had only seen ice-mages and a few fire- and wind-mages in her life. This darkness was too unusual. Could it really be a magic ability?

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-

The stone tiles cracked as dozens of blackened, skeletal hands erupted from the ground, reaching for Asher’s ankles to drag him into the earth. Asher jumped, his body defying gravity as he hovered for a split second in mid air. While airborne, he flicked his wrist. A tiny, needle thin bolt of purple light shot from his finger. It hit Bella’s shoulder, and she let out a choked cry as her left arm went instantly limp, her magic fizzling out as the skeletal hands crumbled into dust. "You see, Ariana?" Asher said, looking down at me as I huddled against the wall, clutching my stomach. "This is the difference between a dark witch and a King."

The Shadow Demon’s hunger sharpened. “She wants what is mine,” Shade murmured. The lesser shadow trembled. Shade leaned forward, voice curling like a blade around the truth: “The witch dies. And the child remains untouched. His power is mine… to claim in time.” Then— Something flickered. A vision brushed across Shade’s mind — faint but undeniable. Doreana. Her cabin was cloaked in heavy concealment magic. Reinforced. and Hidden deeper in the mountain. She froze mid-incantation, her eyes widening.

Urrale said as she used her magic to take away the limp and make herself look healthy. She refuse to let her sisters see her in a weaken state. As soon as they reached the town they were attacked. Most of the dead were witches and were using dark magic, since they were soulless the magic they yield was dark magic. They weren’t mindless zombies like you see on tv. They were able to speak and even knew the loved ones they were trying to kill. Urrale saw her sister Sho’v fighting their mother’s sister. Her sister was crying as she used her magic on her aunt. “Please aunt Rey don’t do this I don’t want to do this, please just stop.” Sho’v said as she blocked her aunts dark magic.

I glare up at him, daring to challenge his hungry eyes even if it's one against five. "You won't touch anything." I hold his gaze, irritated that I have to crane my neck to see his face. Being short is a damn curse. He chuckles and nods at his friends, who appear behind him with scary-looking smiles aimed at me. "That's where you are wrong, kitten," The guy with the shades says, smiling wickedly. His lips are cruel. "We are five against one, and last time I checked, you aren't good at using your magic against werewolves—I saw alpha Blake repel your magic. Now, we aren't as strong as an alpha, but we are still five people."

Ann gave him a grateful smile, "I input my magic and activate it." "How do you even know that it would work?" Jacob frowned at the Darkhole gripped in Ann's hand, "It looks like dark magic item." "It's not." Ann lied impatiently, holding the two items tight in her hand, "And I saw Damon used it in front of me. It works." "Ann!" Jacob grabbed her wrist, "You are a light magic Mage. You know the rule. Using dark magic once and there is no turning back!" "But I'm not USING dark magic!" Ann rolled her eyes, "Only using dark spells can change a light Mage, alright? Jeez! I'm just activating a dark magic item, it won't turn me into a dark magic Mage."

The light magic disappeared, replaced by dark energy. "Mom," Xavier called urgently. I glanced at Sia, who had collapsed, with dark magic swirling around me and filling the air. This magic felt familiar, as if it were my own and not created by Alpha Francis through the black thread. I was worried about Sia, but dark magic prevented me from getting closer to her or Xavier, as both were light magic holders.