Black Magic Riddles Novels & Stories

Iris said, “but humans have no such laws. Black magic is condemned socially, but it’s legal in their societies. They even allow temples for their practices. To be fair, it is a part of their religious traditions going back centuries. If they simply studied black magic to understand its role in their history, I could even condone it, but they go beyond that.” She took a sip of her coffee. “I was suspicious of the alchemy involved in the poison used on Claudia,” she continued. “It was too powerful yet too easily remedied by the antidote. I’ve been researching the magic involved, so I was able to recognize the ingredients among Emma’s things.” “Emma poisoned Mother?” I asked.

She began, and the next words that left her lips, had me nearly choking on the sip of tea I had been about to swallow. “What type of magic do you use, black magic?” The question, though simple, was difficult for me. Black…magic? I blinked in confusion, aware of what that meant, but not aware that such a thing existed. “How precious,” Came Raquel’s coo as she found my reaction entertaining. “Not only are you curious, but also completely clueless. Where did the Alpha find such a Gem.” Placing the teacup down, which were still left feeling clueless, Raquel arranged her hands, entwining her fingers and placing them on the table before her before she carefully began.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

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.

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…”

He pressured me. “Okay, fine! Let’s have a blood pact,” I declared. I heard him laugh victoriously. Out of a sudden, my vision turned black. Then, I have found I am no longer inside Deborah’s celestial realm. A red magic circle showed in front of me then Mammon slowly materialized in the air. His wide smirk welcomed me.

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.”

Evan's expression hardened. "It's an extremely vicious form of black magic—an evil art that severs a person's fate. Think of it as Death sending you a death notice. When Death decides that you die at midnight, you die at midnight. One way or another… you will die." A sharp chill swept through the room. Ivana's face drained of color, her composure shattering instantly. "But that doesn't make sense. I escaped all the previous accidents and assassinations. Even this time, I survived!" Ivana grasped at the last bit of hope she had.

“Ye must solve this without them.” “I have no choice. I must use black magic,” Kira said hesitantly. Agatha’s eyes grew wide with concern as they locked with Kira’s. After a moment, she squeezed them tight and nodded her head. Kira took a deep breath, placed her hands on her friend’s shoulders, and began to recite the spell. The lights flickered on and off and the room went dark for a few seconds while the air swirled around them; only to go eerily still when it was completed.

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.”