Black Magician Novels & Stories

she asked. " Margaret. That witch. It is her. I am sure it is her," the queen screamed with an anger. " Let me check her," Briada chanted some chants and then saw it was Margaret who was using the black magic but the creator was someone else. " It is sure that Margaret is using the black magic but it is not her who is creator of the black magic. The creator is as the strong power equal to mine that I am not able to see who he or she is? I am the strongest person with the magic but this person has used lots of black magic to cover up that I couldn't find out who she is ?" she said.

I cried. “What did she do?” Her mum asks. “The psycho dare which then gives you the psycho curse.” I explains. “Don’t tell me it’s to do with that stupid urban legend?” She begged. “Yes... it is.” I reply. Callie’s mum continues to cry whilst cradling her daughters unconscious, bloody body. I have never felt so guilty in my entire life. Suddenly I hear police sirens and an ambulance. I quickly run out of the bedroom and downstairs. Of course my dad was called.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

The color that once glimmered brightly had turned dreary. “Tch,” the magician quickly pulled himself backward. From his hand a darkness form and enlarge as though forming a spatial space where the magician could enter. Dominic didn’t have to see to know what will happen if he let the magician enter the black space, knowing well that he could disappear. He quickly picked the same sword that he had released, throwing it like a spear that thrust through the air in the speed of a bullet. The magician groaned as he disappeared through the air. What was left from the magician was only traces of purple blood that scattered all over the ground.

Suddenly, a black portal appeared before the two werewolf servants and they draw their sword to prepare for a battle. It even surprises King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth when a magician with red cloak and black mask appeared and they stood up on their feet. "Who are you? I thought King Abaddon already killed all the magicians and absorbed their powers!" asked one of the werewolves. The magician took off his black mask and spoke. "It has been a while King Solomon, I have never imagined that you will be in this dreadful situation!"

Oscar retreated farther away so as not to be seen, he had no intention of eavesdropping, but his sense of hearing was always sensitive because he had half ELF blood. "Sir, we cannot identify the young lady's condition. It's weird. Her breath is ragged and keeps twitching. But at least we managed to stop the seizures, not consciousness. I thought it was because of the black magic, but I dare not say it out loud… as if the young lady's body is susceptible to the black magic directed at her and is making a refusal." The Healer explained while looking at Benedict, who seemed quite surprised. "But Duke, I think this doesn't make sense and needs to be investigated further because we already know.

reply the warriors and begin heading off. “This is a simple spell, no black magic was used. Every coven member leaves behind a specific imprint when they use magic, but I don’t know who this person is. Whoever it is, is not apart of my coven. We have a rogue witch or warlock on the loose,” says Dimitri. “Fuck.”

Several more magicians came out, they took away all the weapons lying on the ground and which were on the captives and, together with the insensible bodies, dragged them into the basement. “Let's leave this plush wolf cub to ourselves,” the dark figure says in a completely different voice, nasty and low. And then she answers herself in a terrible voice, from which the heart stops. No, we don't need him. - the figure enters the house, waving his hand towards Berhes. The magician nods and begins to weave a purple wrecking ball spell. - Fucking magicians - only Berges has time to think before he shatters into bloody parts. Deathly silence reigned over the forest.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

Just last night, he gave me critical, important news that I have had him on since before I fell sick due to the black magic. “Malakai.” His voice came, as he came to stand in front of me, his expression dead serious and his eyes sharp. “I have found out who truly wields the black magic and made Coke Stone the vessels.” My eyes that were set in the forest ahead in the darkness narrowed slightly, and I found myself tilting my head to the side slightly, my entire attention fixated on him. “Who is it?” I asked.