Black Magic Riddles Novels & Stories

Hazel further explained to Amber, “There are some witches who, out of greed, decided to tap into the black magic and so, their heart has become corrupted. Most witches like that have done more evil deeds than good because it’s like trading your life for death or giving the devil a handshake. So, it’s more of like making a sacrifice to keep them in the world. The black stones can help to hide their appearance while they live among humans. So you see, you can be living among witches but you don’t know who is who,” Hazel said and added, “Black stones carry heavy energy and the energy can be manipulated by the witch according to her will. It can be used for good and for evil.”

The man who answered the door looked no more dangerous than a grandfather. But the moment his eyes met mine, they widened. We sat and he spoke first. “I sense… a great energy.” He looked down at a relic charm that flickered faintly in his palm. Then his eyes sharpened. “The Queen of Queens?” “We don’t have time for formalities,” I said sharply. “We need answers. What can counter black magic?” His smile faded. “That depends. Black magic comes in many forms. If you can tell me the specifics…”

But I had a different solution, a darker, more forbidden path. It was whispered in hushed tones among the mages of the realm, a taboo subject spoken only in the darkest corners of ancient libraries. They called it "Black Magic," a forbidden art that delved into the very essence of souls. The news I received spoke of a lake hidden deep within the Endless Forest, a place where thousands of monstrous creatures were lurking for centuries. Those monsters were now finally coming to attack human civilization.

He took out his phone to contact Joshua. Joshua and Max arrived promptly. Larissa explained the situation to Joshua. After pondering for a moment, Joshua said, "Black magic is a form of witchcraft used to harm people. Aside from causing harm, it can also induce mental confusion. "Given the rapid decline of your brother's health and his intense obsession with that woman, it's possible that he's under the influence of black magic."

Rael’s heart squeezed so hard as the tears that filled his eyes dropped onto the sheets. He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Please, don’t die. I’m so sorry, I would do anything…” He begged as he held her hand to his face. “We suspect the same poison was used, but we cannot identify it. It’s a rare type of poison that was conjured with black magic.” At the mention of black magic, Rael paused and turned to the doctor. “What did you just say?”

It means she was tortured to the point that she saw more than one death like that, Alondra said regretfully. Temra entered shortly after and, upon seeing the scene, looked at Elijah with horror. “That's black magic, true black magic, not the darkness you can manipulate. This is really bad, forbidden,” Temra muttered with a fear that seemed unusual for her. “Whoever is behind this knew what they were doing.” “Were you enchanted like that?” asked Nalia, and Enya nodded tremulously. “Even with all the medication, it's no use talking,” said Temra. “Not with your power, Alpha. It's the only way to untangle that deadly spell.”

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

He staggered back till his back hit the wall. “You have nothing to say about that?” I asked, drawing closer and causing sweat to break out on his forehead. His lips trembled, and he stammered, then gasped when I pulled out a blade. “Tell me the truth, how did they manage to get past you and break that lock?” I asked. “The person must have used a spell or black magic!” he blurted and my heart constricted. Spells and black magic. There was only one person who had that ability and wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

I think for a moment "Red smoke, does this have something to do with Mr black?" "Who the hell is Mr black," my mum asked The fortune-teller takes in deep breathes, she closes her eyes, she points at me "Precious, look around really carefully what do you see?" My eyes start scanning the room "I see, I see spirits, sad ones with chains on their hands" "Do you know why they're like that, and why they're here" "No, I don't " "It's because they've all been sucked up, they don't have enough energy left cross over, they're nothing but hungry lost souls, they've come here to hide"

I turned to my Nana. “It’s a spell that’s banned across Witchcraft, you do know that?” She threw a question back at me. “And it is for a reason. Black magic in general is discouraged amongst us. It involves you going into the darkest realm, siphoning powers from dark energies and Witches” Nana explained. “Could that have been the reason?” I asked her.