Black Magic Riddles Novels & Stories

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. “I assume you know of black magic,” One nodded, and she carried on. “You are aware of the types of magic,” “Witchcraft,” I began, recalling the book that Zane had brought and showed me. “Enchantments, divination, and necromancy.” Raquel smiled at my answer, but it was vague. “Correct, but not quite. Necromancy,” She shook her head, obviously against just the idea of that. “That’s never been performed and even if it has been, it’s forbidden.”

Her eyes focused on the Grand Arch Wizard in case he makes moves. “It would be disadvantageous to use your mana sword again. And if you go closer to him, take notice of the magic circle, the black energy from the chains are being sent to the circle,” Yahya pointed out the sparks in the circle the wizard was standing in, it was indeed going darker as time passes. “It is a question why such black magic is being sucked from the gate of the realm. Perhaps… is the chain the catalyst of black magic?” Lalia asked.

He laughed ominously "Do you think that the little bad wolf inside you would resuscitate? Even if he was supposed to do that the black magic inside you is now an obstruction for him to come back to life." "What do you mean by that" I asked "Okay a little lecture on how black magic works, black magic is like a poison when one as been polluted with the smallest amount of it, it grows wider and wider eats up every good thing inside of you little by little until there are no good things left, it leaves you with an emptiness causing the darkness of the black magic to fill your system" he said proudly

“We know so little of demons, of any of this, perhaps there isn’t anything here that can.” Astasha turned back to the pile in front of her. “Everything I could find on demons is here, but it’s all extremely vague.” Her gaze moved to the Water Witch who was flipping through the pages of an ancient text. “Sorceress Narelle, have you had any luck on figuring out what this darker evil in our dreams could be?” The young woman shook her head. “Nothing substantial. There are numerous references to black eyes being a mark of dark magic, but nothing that correlates to demons.”

“You’re all wasting time.” Everyone turned to her. She was deathly pale, and her hands trembled slightly. “Rhea, are you okay?” Anna asked, concerned. “Tell the doctors and nurses to leave. All of them,” Rhea said firmly. “What are you talking about?” Kael asked. “You don’t even know what this is.” “I do,” Rhea said, her voice cracking but determined. “I saw this. In a dream. It’s not natural. It’s black magic—dark and twisted. That’s why they’re whispering.”

"It’s the work of sorcery and black magic. I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do here. You’ll need a healer—someone who understands the magic that’s causing this." Sorcery? Black magic? This couldn’t be happening.

Levi demanded. "Black magic," the guard said grimly. "It's a practice where the subject uses their own life energy to help cast magic. People who practice are cursed and will die painfully and slowly to the point they go mad. In order for the subject to sustain their life for long periods of time they have to sacrifice a living being—and the sacrifice whose life energy is drained dries up and becomes a mummy." So it was her in Red Fang territory when we were. Son of a bitch.

"It was like a waking nightmare, and Coco was here to help me through it." I went on to describe the nightmarish ordeal in detail, from the suffocating paralysis to the grotesque figures and their sinister whispers. Clive listened attentively, his silence an unspoken acknowledgement of the gravity of my experiences. Once I had recounted the vision, I broached the subject of Coco's suggestion regarding black magic. "Clive, Coco mentioned something tonight," I said tentatively. "She suggested that black magic might hold some answers, that others who've faced similar torments have turned to it as a last resort."

She glanced at Rave and Balin, but neither seemed alarmed by anything. “What is it?” she asked Dominic. “Magic,” Dominic said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. “Black magic. Killing magic.” Rave immediately flashed to the door, while Balin moved protectively in front of Leesa. “Where?” Rave asked. “How close?” Dominic gave his head a quick shake, as if clearing cobwebs from his brain.

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha