Novel & Cerita A Darker Shade Of Magic Series

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

I felt Adie's presence within me, and I could also feel the faint sinister laugh of the darkness within me, infesting my soul. I went to the wall near my bedside, placing my hand on it, briefly. I stepped back a little, and channeled my magic to my scream, tearing the wall down. With every use of my magic, I could feel the darkness grow stronger. There wasn't much time like everyone thought and in no time the war will begin and this darkness will be reborn. And I had to do everything I could to stop it.

When Nadir left to go to the portal that led to the surface, she came across someone that didn't want to see, now or ever. - Samael...- Nadir almost whispered his name as he rose in front of her - almost two meters tall, broad-shouldered, with long black hair and piercing, captivating eyes that changed color depending on his mood, from dark black to sea blue, all the way to blood red.

- she added, looking at her a little indignantly. - Yes, I do.- Alice replied without losing any of her confidence.- For example, when Damon's kin submerged him in the waters of the Lake of Darkness, it didn't affect him at all and he still remembered Selene, and his love hadn't waned, and as we all know, the Lake of Darkness has tremendous power. It can wash away any charm, including that of sorceresses from old clans. Of course, every magic charm.- she said, emphasizing the word "magic".- As we also know, true love, as it is common thing among people, has nothing to do with witchcraft or magic. In my opinion, this was the love that brought those two together, which is why the waters of the

This took a lot of weight off not only my back, but also the entire wizards and sorceress community. And you, dear reader, I hope that with this story, you will look a little more favorably on this darker part of our supernatural world. I know, probably most of you do not believe in its existence, after all, as the world changed, people began to forget that magic surrounds them everywhere, but I hope that this story will help you one way or another. Maybe it will give you hope and faith that love really has tremendous power? Because I tell you, even the greatest of dark magic bends when love emanates from the heart of any being. When other spells fail, love has the strength to overcome the f

I ordered as I backed up and looked at him. He had to do it perfect. Within seconds he had the magic coming out of the book. I watched as Black-ish blue light flowed into his hand. I had never seen dark magic used from this book so I had to remind myself I needed to concentrate and keep us connected. I just had to pray that our soul bond didn't mend itself because of this.

Albus said with a sad shake of his head. “Why are they so evil?” I asked Albus. “To understand that, you need to know about the two factions of Magic,” Albus said. “One faction is the Order of the Magic of the Light,” He continued as we reached the porch. It was already dark outside but lamp poles arranged around the house illuminated the front and back yard. “While the other faction was the Legion of the Magic of the Dark, the Legion uncovered the traces of a forgotten ancient god of the darkness. The power was intoxicating but the price to wield such powers came at a great price. The sacrifice of all things that represent purity and light.”

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

How will I ever reveal myself to her when I feel nothing but shame and guilt? “What did her magic look like?” Driana asked as I was still beating myself for my incompetence in her time of need. “It was stronger than I could describe,” I eventually said, not sure what Driana wanted to know. “Elemental, like us, but still strong.” “Good, because the magic in that beast wasn’t from a weak creature. It was dark magic, and it will be back.” “I know,” I whispered, dread taking over me. We need to know where that magic came from.

I attempted to pull myself away, but Azazra tightened her grip on me, chuckling in my ear, tutting. "No! Don't!" I screamed, inhaling heavily as I saw the usual purple hue from the corner of my eyes, and I knew that Azazra was summoning her dark magic. But, her hands weren't the shade of purple I was used to seeing, them being more of a light lavender colour than a bright fluorescent purple.