Black Magician Novels & Stories

It was then I noticed that I was shackled to the cold wooden chair I was sitting in. There was some slack to my chains, enough so I could reach up and cradle my aching head. I hissed when my fingers crossed the large goose egg that was swelling at my temple. My hands traveled down to my neck, a thick choker was locked securely around my neck and it burned when my fingers touched it. I recognized this sensation. It was silver. Silver had always been some strange weakness of mine. Whenever I tried to wear silver in the past, it had always burned. Also, it suppressed my magical abilities.

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.

"All I know is that Nicolette got caught in the crossfire of the magic and was hurt. I would have done nothing to hurt her." "You said you saw glimpses right?" Lucas asked him. Malcom nodded. It was like Malcom was shoved back into his own mind while the black magic took over his actions. He managed to break out of the darkness a few times to see Nicolette. Every time, he was unaware of the damage that he'd done to her. All he knew was that they were mates and he wanted her desperately. There was never a chance to tell anyone about this black magic because Malcom couldn't even tell.

Magnus Blackthorn. The name didn’t mean much to most. Not anymore. But it was him. I knew it. The record said he was once a respected healer. A gifted man who studied the ancient magics—until something twisted in him. Until he began experimenting with forbidden rituals. Ones that used living power. Blood. Soul. The record ended abruptly. No details on how they stopped him. Just one line: “Sealed beneath the Hollow. Bound in blood and oath.” I swore under my breath and slammed the file shut.

Thomas took over the box, and he opened it while he said, “I’m not going to hide from you. Actually, I also know a bit about pharmacology. But what I know is not normal pharmacology, but…” While he spoke, he already opened the box. There was a centipede with a reddish-purple body in the box. It kept moving around inside, and it looked extremely poisonous! If it bit anyone, they might die on the spot, right? Thomas said, “I’ve learned some black magic, so I can use it to treat diseases and help people.” Black magic? Why did it sound so terrifying?

Huge body-shaking sobs racked her body, each coming in a wave, and, with every sob, she let out a low whimper. "What's wrong?", Ray who was just coming in asked, "What happened?", he asked again "Lucy did this to him", Zeke replied, He had a lingering sadness in his eyes "How?", Ray asked, moving towards James who was laying helplessly on the bed, "How did she do this?", he asked again touching James red body "Black magic", Zeke said, "She used black magic", He added, his eyes misted over "She propelled a dagron and the fire caused this", Sarah buttressed, her face clouded with a mixture of sadness and disappointment in herself as she couldn't save James

BLACK MAGIC My breath caught. I leaned closer, eyes scanning every word, my pulse pounding harder with each line. Black magic is among the most powerful and unconventional forms of healing known to the Lycan world. My stomach tightened. Its effects are immediate, forceful, and often miraculous in nature. Miraculous. Like me walking and standing. I swallowed. However, due to its unstable structure and disregard for natural balance, its use has been heavily restricted. In many packs, it has been outlawed entirely. The room felt too warm in that moment as I turned to the next page.

I didn’t miss the way her fingers curled slightly, as though reaching for something to hold onto. “Speak,” I said. His gaze shifted to Gina first. “You must never allow Darius to see Daniel again.” The words hit like a strike. Gina’s breath caught. “What do you mean…?” “There is black magic already working on Darius,” the magician continued, cutting through her question. “Dark, consuming… and unstable. If he comes in contact with the boy, the magic may transfer… or worse, latch onto him.” For a moment, everything inside me went cold.

He reported the situation to her. "Black magic?" She asked. Black magic was forbidden and against the law of the witches for many years and because of its evil source, not all the witches could use such magic except those who were powerful and Margaux was the only witch and the last witch to use black magic. But, Margaux was now a human with no powers and memory so who was that person that used such ominous power? "What do we do, my Queen?" "Keep the bodies at the morgue and do not allow the people to know about this. We'll investigate this in private."

"I was in my room sleeping when I suddenly started sensing something weird and powerful. It was what forced me awake and I stepped into the hallway to find out what it was. That was when he came out of nowhere and took me out." "Why you, though? Can you think of any reason?" Bastien asked. "Not really, but what I can tell you is that this is the doing of something or someone who dabbles in forbidden magic, the very dark kind. I could sense the diabolical nature." "What does all this mean... for Javier?" I asked. She looked at me with heavy sadness and tears in her eyes. I was confused as to what the look meant, "What is it, mom?" "I'm sorry, Mia... Javier has succumbed to black magic and the