Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

" It will be a suicide mission for the rest of you. He has a witch by his side." " We also have a witch by our side." He argued and I rubbed my face. " I don't trust that old hag one bit. You should know by now." " This concerns your mate. You should put your trust issues aside and do everything for her." " It concerns her and that is more reason I shouldn't work with people I don't trust besides the witch beside him is no ordinary witch. She is a black witch who uses blood magic even though the old hag isn't ready to take her down yet." He opened his mouth and closed it. Black witches were those that had decided to go against the witches rule of conduct and the law that balances the use of

but he had to just for now. The mysterious figure of blackness started reemerging its hand away from Naraja's chest as red-crimson metallic blood dripped off of its hand and at the same time of the figure of blackness doing this Naraja started to form a puddle of blood around himself and the thing that had acted on its gut-wrenching traumatic act. And as Naraja collapsed to the ground full of pain, fear, and loneliness. That's all that Naraja could feel at this very moment. Was just that. The mysterious figure of blackness flicked its wrist to splatter and dissipate the blood that had remained on its hand, in a sense of a way to get the blood off.

I pulled him into my arms, holding him near to me, hiding my face in the curve of his neck as I tried to slow down my heart, which was beating fast. He is safe. He is here. But the dream. No. The nightmare. Even till now, I could still smell the burning wood and feel the pack house shaking under my feet. I could still hear the distant screams, the sound of wolves falling one by one under the attack of something that is unnatural. And then her. Zaira Blackthorn. A name I did not recognize. A face carved into my memory like a curse, long black robes that billowed like smoke, eyes silver and bottomless, her voice a lullaby soaked in poison.

“It was part of my research on shifter myths and legends. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but...” Her voice trailed off as she opened a specific book, her fingers skimming over the pages. “Here,” she said, pointing to an entry halfway through. Ren leaned over her shoulder, his warmth grounding her. The passage was short but chilling: “The Black Fog, born of forbidden rituals, consumes all life it touches. It lingers where the veil between realms is thin, feeding on death and despair to grow stronger. Only the blood of the awakened can dispel its hold.” “The blood of the awakened?” Ren murmured, his jaw tightening.

Chapter 93 – The Black Veil The black blood seeped from the walls like a wound that refused to heal. It pooled on the floor, spreading outward in unnatural patterns that seemed alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing. Each droplet shimmered with an eerie darkness, reflecting not light but shadow—a void within a void. The air grew heavier, pressing down on them like a storm cloud refusing to break. Whispers began to echo through the chamber, fragmented sentences that slithered into their minds uninvited.

The image inside Nina’s blood is going to hunt me through every single nightmare I have for the rest of my life. The vision shows our entire kingdom screaming. The borders are burning. Betty is lying in a cold stone room, her eyes glued shut, never to wake up again. The ancient curse is alive. It is a living, breathing monster eating the castle grounds. The fire is not red. It is a thick, oily black flame that devours everything it touches. It eats the grass. It eats the trees. It eats the solid stone walls until nothing is left but ash. We cannot stop it. We throw everything we have at the perimeter, but the black fire just grows higher. I watch every single person I love die. They burn. Th

"I was raised by the guardian of this island. Before he vanished, he was used by those humans with wings and golden eyes through black magic. Gusto nilang magkaroon ng kapangyarihang kahit sino ay hindi mapapantayan na hindi nila nalalamang ginagamit nila ang kapangyarihan ng buong isla para sa pansariling kagustuhan. Kaya naman nang makuha nila ang gusto nila, nagsimulang mamatay ang mga hayop at ang mga puno'y nawalan ng kulay." Hindi ako makapaniwala sa narinig. Ibig sabihin isa ang mga phoenix at arean sa paggamit ng black magic? "Bakit sa parteng ito lamang ang tila walang kulay? Sa baba ay okay naman at may mga nakita akong hayop kagaya ng rabbit," I asked again.

It was blood! “What’s happening to me!” I scream. More blood begins pouring from my eyes. Then my nose bleeds. I run the tap and splash my face with water again but more blood appears. I have made it worse. “I’m bleeding from my eyes! This isn’t normal!” I cry. Then I collapse to the floor and black out. BANG, BANG! “Killian, can you open the door!” a voice shouts from outside the door. I wake up to the voice shouting from outside the door. I climb to my feet and look in the mirror. I look like a horror show.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.